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 Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:07 am
Everyone has their own little world when they’re younger. No matter what it is, it’s a place that keeps us safe.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Story: It’s present day and everyone has their own problems. Of course, there are others that need their own refuge. A place for their safety and to make sure that they don’t get corrupted to the point of exile. That’s where our imagination comes into play. This world of imagination is separated from the real world, but it’s just as real. Only better. Unfortunately, the world is deteriorating because of greed and lack of power, which is the imagination of the innocent and child-like in the real world. Will you be the one who destroys this Wonderland of a world? Or the one that saves it and the people who live there?
The Citizens:
- Kallisto Chyrsanta
-Albert Bartholomew Frankelstein
-Tarile
The Newcomers:
-Alex Syringe
The Greedy:
-Abbus Skivvel
Rules:
~Make your bio in the section that’s been provided for the entire guild
~Posts are in third-person
~Follow the rest of the rules that have been provided for rps in the guild and other obvious ones (no god-modding etc.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry about the title and if the story isn’t all that well. It’s my first time opening up an rp on the guild, so I’m not really used to this. Hopefully I will be soon in the near future.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 11:15 am
The crunching of leaves from her own feet was all that Kallisto could hear as she walked along a rugged path in the greenest forest you could ever imagine. Imagine. The word that always crossed her mind more than anything else. She always thought that this was an infinite dream. A dream that you get if you’re in a coma or a really warm fever. The thoughts that always keep you happy until you die and are truly in heaven. Her soft feet keep hitting the ground in a soft pattern that could only belong to a delicate woman. Her dress somehow kept clean as it constantly dragged along the dirt path that she followed full-heartedly. Her long flowing hair swish back and forth slightly as Kallisto continued her walk. This is the only part of the world where she can feel at ease. The other citizen of this refuge can be a little…different. Although she wasn’t exactly perfect herself, no matter how much she seems compared to the rest. The satin silk of her ruffles on her sleeves rubbed gently against each layer of themselves as her arms unconsciously moved back and forth with her feet. Her eyes opened up slowly as she finally realized that the walk was almost over since she could hear the slight noises of the town up ahead. Her mouth opened slightly to let a sigh pass her lips as her feet continued to carry her closer to the bustling town filled with items and such that will make anyone happy and content once they used it. The only thing is that Kallisto doesn’t really like material objects except for books. That’s the only other imagination world that you can travel to in this universe. The only problem is that you can’t enter that world. That was the only thing troubling her as she reached the entrance to the area of shops.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:40 am
Abbus Skivvel was a cruel and greedy man. He sauntered through the darkened fairways of his dilapitated carnival theme park. The night air was chill, and a breeze caused his ringmaster's tailcoat to flutter lifelessly behind him. He was tall, skeletal, and frightening, particularly to small children. He removed his top hat as he steped through the flap of one of the many large tents set up in this part of the park. He set it down on a small stand and went over to a desk and started riffling through some papers. Suddenly a breeze crept in as the flap was opened. Abbus turned to see the swollen, pestillential face of one of his employees. It was a squat, vaguely human creature, with may boils and one bulging white eye. The other eye, if it even existed, was buried beneath a flap of swollen, grey skin. It's teeth were small and sharp, and rather than hands, it had two hooks affixed, one to each arm. Abbus didn't even seem to notice this miserable creature's appearance. He simply glared at it irritably. "What is it?" he snarled. The creature replied in a grinding, hissing voice than sounded as though it's cheeks and toungue were swollen almost beyond use. Which they probably were. "Mathshter, itsth Shally ageen, shthee woe eeth" The creature's speech was appalling, but Abbus was accustomed to hearing it, and so he understood perfectly what was said. "Sally won't eat? Why?! I told her it wasn't poisoned! I went through all that trouble to have one of you worthless slugs eat it in front of her! Does she realize how close I am to--" Abbus felt as though his sinuses were going to explode. He was angry. He stood and roughly shoved the deformed creature out of the way, stalking purposefully out into the night. It took only moments of enraged striding to reach the brown and decaying tent near the back. Abbus flung open the flap, and moonlight flooded in on the disturbing scene within. Another on of those deformed creatures was roughly shoving a spoon into the face of a dirty and emaciated girl. In the spoon was a horrid grey slop that smeared across the girl's tightly pursed lips. They both looked up sharply as the flap was flung open, the girls grey, blind eyes searching in the dark. Her hair was stringy brown, although once a vibrant blonde, and she wore dirty scraps of cloth about her loins and chest. She couldn't be more than fifteen. But the strangeness did not end there. She had four arms, an extra two sprouting freakishly from her sides, like some distrubing Indian idol. The deformed creature next to her shuffled nervously into the corner of the tent as Abbus stepped in, the abnormal height of the ringmaster seeming to fill all the empty spaces. He glanced from the creature to the girl, and then stepped forward, grabbing Sally roughly by one arm. Her blinded eyes glanced frantically around in the general direction of his face, fear contorting her face. "Why...won't...you...EAT?!" He roared, flinging her frail body against the side of the tent. "WHY?! I'm about to go out of business, and you're the only thing I have left that people are interested in! IF YOU DON'T EAT, THEN PEOPLE WON'T COME! And if that happens, I'll KILL YOU MYSELF before you get the chance to starve!" He grabbed the spoon from the creature in the corner, and jabbed it violently against Sally's face, knocking one of her teeth out. The slop splashed across her face and spilled onto the floor. Sally fell to her knees screaming and crying. Abbus snatched the entire bowl from the creature and yanked on Sally's hair, forcing her head up and ripping out a large clump in the process. He pushed the bowl under her nose. "Eat." She only continued to splutter and cry, blood pouring from her injured mouth. "EAT!" Abbus roared, slamming the bowl into Sally's face, crushing her nose and caking her in the grey slop. He threw her to the ground and began beating her, punctuating each word with a vicious blow. "WHY...WON'T...YOU...EAT?!" Finally he dragged her pitiful, broken body up, rearing his hand back. "EAT DAMN YOU!" And with that final blow across her face, Sally's head twisted unnaturally far with a sickening crack ans she went limp. Her now lifeless grey eyes remained wide open in eternal terror, her face smeared with a mask of bloody grey slop. Abbus stopped, looking down at the dead body in momentary confusion. Then he flung her down as if she were a disgusting piece of garbage that had been thrown on him. He wiped his hands on the deformed creature's clothing with a revolted look on his face. Replacing his top hat, he stormed out of the tent, growling over his sholder. "The river, like all the rest." The creature bobbed it's head in comprehension, shuffling over to pick up Sally's body. She lay with all six limbs sprawled out, having died a filthy and horrible death, after living a filthy and horrible life. She had been the last of the Freaks from the carnival's freak show, and now she would join her companions at the bottom of the river. Abbus was fuming. He slammed his fist down on his desk. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE MONEY NOW?!" He screamed. There must be a way! He would find it, even if he had to go to the ends of the earth to do so...
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 12:32 pm
The cobblestones under her feet clicked and clacked with every step that was taken around her. Of course her feet glided across the path like she was levitating. Kallisto shyly squeeze through the massive crowd that was buzzing around her. Shopping and cleaning and other such business. Unfortunately, her destination in mind is a farther away then most of the stores. Mostly because it was one of the oldest buildings in the village. If you can call it that. As her eyes glanced around, seeing all the bright and happy faces of children and adults alike. Imaginable creatures made their noises of happiness. The happy sound of music appeared all around. It seemed like it was a celebration for something. But she was used to this happiness because it was like this everyday. Her face cracked a small smile when all the little children glanced up at how she looked. Her dress brought attention to most innocent minds since her dress seemed so classic. Like a traditional beauty that she always wanted to be. Of course, she didn't think she was, but Kallisto was, in fact, pretty. In lighter terms at least. At any rate, after at least twenty minutes have passed, she has finally reached the end of her path. On the outside, it seemed like a small, one roomed building. It belonged to once of the oldest citizens in this magical place. Albert Bartholomew Frankelstein was the fine owner of this establishment. This was one of her usual stops that she made when she was out of her home. For a very simple reason. Books. The word came into her mind and she then grinned at the thought of the words she could read once she opened the door and find what's inside.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 1:45 pm
A small bell chingled as Kallisto stepped through the door. Upon entering, the oddity of the place came into full view. It was one single room with no obvious back door or stairs leading out of it. It was an equilateral septagon with a circular counter in the very center of the room with a space in the middle, which seemed as though it could not be entered or left without climbing over the counter. Against each wall of the polygonal room was arranged completely different businesses which did not bleed into each other, even in the floor design (where one shop's floor was a checkered tile, the other was a wine-colored rug, both triangular and narrowing towards the center of the room) so as to create the appearance that they were all separate places that had simply been glued together with no particular design in mind. Six shops in all, the seventh wall being the one with the door in it. It was quiet yet busy, like a library or small cafe, and the smell of books and tea and desserts filled the air as if to reiterate this fact. Standing, or sitting (one could never really tell) in the center of the circular counter was Albert Bartholomew Frankelstein. He wore his usual purple suit and massively oversized tophat as he rested his chin on his hand, playing with the pearl keys on the cash register and almost looking bored. Of course, he was probably only pretending. Albert had many such strange and incomprehensible games that he liked to play. As the bell chimed, he sat up, smiling a wide, toothy smile with friendly purple eyes. In spite of the quiet environment, he practically shouted at the newcomer, but no one seemed to mind in the least, "AH! KALLISTO! It's so very good to see you again! Very good. Come for more books I assume? Or perhaps a nice cup of tea. Or both? One can never drink too many books you know." His eyes twinkled with an easy friendliness as she approached the counter. He tipped his hat slightly, showing more of his snow-white hair which contradicted his otherwise youthful visage. "How may I help you?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 7:46 pm
A small smile spread across her face as the small male greeted her. Kallisto's mind shed a small laugh at his wordplay of 'imbibing' several books. Her delicate pale hands rested on the counter as she looked over to the area of books. "Erm, I didn't really come in for a reason. I just wanted to browse around," she responded to his question, as if that's what she always did. Of course, she'd usually wandered into the area, where, in the 'human' world, the people would call the books 'classic novels'. "Of course, do you have the time, good sir," she asked curiously in her quiet voice. Her mind could never keep track of the time, for it runs away with her all too quickly. Where she always was, there was never a clock. Although there are advantages for not knowing the time, but busy people could never understand the reasons.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 11:29 pm
A fox seems to separate from the shadows to one side of Kallisto, his usual sly grin adorning his face as always. He always likes to visit Albert's shop since eventually everyone tended to show up in his shop and talk to him or talk of other things. It was a great place to sometimes catch interesting news or information. Usually he would show up in random parts of the town or his usual resting spot in the forest, in a lovely clearing where the shadows play all over the place and he has plenty of places to "jump" here and there to.
"I do believe it is a few minutes pass noon Kallisto," says the fox named Tarile. He sits back on his rear haunches and regards her with a laid back yet regal air.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:50 pm
The young female didn't even jump at the sudden appearance of the odd fox. When she was here for the first few years, she did jump, but over the decade, Kallisto was now used to Tarile's entrances. "Thank you," she gave a nod as she looked down to the diminutive creature. "I sound like the White Rabbit without a clock," she added, to no one in particular, since she didn't know if anyone would get that reference. "At any rate. Have there been any new books that came in recently," she inquired to the owner of the shop, even though she probably already knew the answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 5:51 pm
The fox continues to regard them with a regal posture, sitting on the floor and listening to them. After a few moments to make sure he isn't interrupting anything he decides to chime in with a bit of news of his own.
"I've heard that a forces are at work right now, the black pieces of the board seek to take the white, moving in for the checkmate," says Tarile in his sometimes cryptic manner, "Perhaps the pawns should start moving into place to protect the king and kingdom."
And with that he steps out of sight, vanishing completely, should one look around the corner he just stepped around. When something is out of sight people put it out of mind and hence it ceases to be there in their minds, such is the power of Tarile's magic, showing the mind if a powerful thing.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:27 pm
Albert ignored Tarile completely as he usually did. Of all of the citizens here, Tarile was the one he found to be a pestering nuisance. Of course, the reasons for this went FAR beyond that of a misconcieved passage of judgement, (Albert, being the kind and strange being that he was, was virtually beyond such baseness), but most would and could never truly comprehend this. He didn't much care for how often the fox visited his shop either, but at the same time elected not to shoo him away every time, for the most part because he knew the troublesome creature would only return to bother him further. No, it was best to just leave him be and simply pretend he did not exist. Which was particularly easy to do when he was not around. He responded first to Kallisto's previous question, "I'm sorry my dear, but I do not at the moment have the time. Every time I catch up to it it seems, it slips through my fingers. It certainly keeps me busy, chasing the time that is only the time for an instant and then is merely the past, but I'm sure one day I will have the time. It is a personal quest of mine. But it would seem that in order for that to happen, I will have to always be one step ahead of the time, so that when the future becomes the present, I will be there to grasp it once more. But perhaps it is futile, snatching desparately at what you can only have for an instant before it is snuffed out, like a candle. Don't you agree?" He smiled again. "I'm sorry my dear, I seem to be rambling again." When she asked about any new books, he gave her an odd expression. "Why whatever for? I have all the books you could ever read in a thousand thousand lifetimes! Why, I have every book known to man or rabbit or otherwise, and then a few. Come my dear, we'll find you something." And with that he stepped out of the counter without seeming to pass through any door or opening, or climbing over. One minute he was in the center, the next he was walking towards the book store section of the shop, nodding, smiling, and tipping his massive hat to people as he went. Finally he reached a wall that had what looked like wooden filing cabinet drawers set into the wall. Another customer already had one pulled out and was fingering through the spines of many a tome of old and forgotten lore. Albert stopped in front of the drawers, considering them for a moment. "Now let's see, where was that..." He pulled out a drawer decisively, but upon inspecting it's contents, frowned in disappointment. "No, that's not it." He closed the drawer, then began to run his hand across the front of the others. "Now let me see...hm" Finally his hand stopped. "Ah! This is the one! I'm sure of it." And he reached out and pulled out the exact same drawer he had opened the first time. Only this time the contents were completely different. "Here we are." And he pulled the drawer further and further out, until it extended an inordinate fourteen feet from the wall, with apparently many more feet yet before it would be fully extended. On the shelf was virtually every book Kallisto could possibly find to her liking. It was as if someone had reached into her brain and scooped out her interests, and fashioned them into a category of books. "There. Take your pick my dear, oh please do. There are many many wonderful books here, but unfortunately none to be found there, because you see I've moved them all here specially for you." He smiled, but did not bother to indicate where exactly "here" or "there" was, because to him, that was neither here nor there.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:38 pm
Her face kept the same small smile as she looked along the array of books. She already knew that she read all of these same books, but didn't want to deny this selection because of the kind owner. "Thank you," was the only thing that came out of her mouth as she bowed slightly. Her fingers walked along the row of of spines. The touch of each type of book gave her a different feeling about each of the titles that belonged on the book. At last, she found a book that she particularly enjoyed reading when she was a young girl. 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' was what was printed across the spine in gold lettering. It glittered most glamorously, even if it was a little faded over the decades that has passed by. Her nimble fingers carefully hooked onto each end of the book and pulled it up. Kallisto's violet eyes glanced over the calligraphy of the bounded text and gave it a nod of approval before pushing the drawer back into place for another person to search through once they opened it for themselves.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 6:45 pm
Albert's eyes lit up. "Ah! A very good choice! That is one of my favorites as well. I can tell you've read it many times already, but it is the sort of book who's magic never seems to fade, no matter how many times you read it. It also has much advice that I myself am envious of. Would that I could spout such profundity at will..." He sighed wistfully. "Anyway, down to business my dear. Will you be borrowing or buying?" He walked her back over to the circular desk as he spoke, re-entering the ring as mysteriously as he had exited it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:37 pm
Once she saw the mysterious owner of the establish go back into his circular area of work, Kallisto didn't even react oddly to the sight of that for seeing him go through that so many times in the past. Although she never truly understood how he could enter and exit anyway. At any rate, she rested the bounded text on the counter. "I suppose I'll be purchasing it. Especially since my other copy at home isn't rather all that well," she added with a sigh, just thinking on how it was a miracle it's still readable and how all the pages still stayed onto the backbone. "How much will it cost," she inquired, thinking that she might have enough for it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:06 pm
Albert pushed several keys in rapid succession on his antique register. Finally after a moment's calculation, he looked up. "It looks like the total comes out to..." He double checked one last time. "Ah yes, that'll be one laugh, two secrets, and a wish." At this point he pulled what looked like a funnel attached to a hose that led to who-knew-where out from under the counter, and handed it to her, motioning for her to put the funnel to her mouth and pay up, as usual. "Although, for an extra wish, I can add the century-long warranty if you like." He winked. "Oh, and I would be ever so grateful if you could pay in exact change. You know how I preffer to keep these transactions simple." He smiled and began wrapping the book in a curious tissue paper that always seemed to have something different on it every time you looked at it while he waited for her to finish paying. "Is there anything else I can get you today? Or maybe yesterday? Or if you're willing to wait, perhaps tommorrow? Although I wouldn't recommend it, bcecause I myself have been waiting for YEARS, and still no tommorrow. It never seems to come. Just when you think it will, suddenly today sneaks up and takes it's place. It can get very frustrating. Particularly when you plan to do something tommorrow, because then it never gets done!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 8:36 pm
Even as how unusual the situation would seem from a third person perspective, the young girl held onto the odd invention and gave the exact payment as he asked, although very privately, and also gave him the warranty addition. As she put down the device, Kastillo gave a small laugh at his seemingly confusing rant. "Well, couldn't you do what you planned to do for tomorrow on the following today that supposedly 'snuck up' on you," she suggested, even if that didn't make sense. However, she was sure that the owner could figure out what she meant.
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