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 Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:18 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ ««
Under Construction »» Accepting Reserves »» Open »» Not Accepting »» Closed
Action »» Horror »» Tragedy »» [A little] Romance
»» Original Roleplay by Midnight. No stealy, kay-kay? «« »» Profile Thread «« XXXXX»» OOC ««
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:20 pm
»» т α b ℓ e o ƒ c o и т e и т s «« »» Poem ««
»» Story ««
»» Plot ««
»» Rules ««
»» Characters ««
»» Skeletons/Profile Page ««
»» Setting ««
»» Updates ««
»» Contest ««
»» Reserved ««
»» Reserved ««
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:20 pm
»» Langston Hughes ««
Sympathy
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:41 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Story «« Six people were stolen from society. All were missed, none were found. People searched far and wide, but came up with nothing. They wouldn't. They wouldn't think to check a private island owned by a well known, but retired, scientist, would they? They think that the he is living a cozy, well-earned retirement from his years of dedication and hard work to Diphnen; a human research center. At Diphnen they researched diseases, deformities, and more; it just all had to do with humans. They wouldn't, and didn't, think that this scientist took human research to the next level.
Caprycorn Facilities is on a private island owned by a [crazy] scientist. He bought the island after he discovered the cures for cancer and tuberculosis, intending to research humans even after he retired. Though, he didn't only want to know about humans. He wanted to learn about animals, too. He needed a way to communicate with them, though..
A few weeks ago, he sent out his two assistants to find six teenagers ranging between the ages of sixteen and nineteen.
Now, his island was populated with a lot of different kinds of animals. He had specifically created the terrain and habitats needed to sustain certain kinds. Especially his most, er, dramatic animal choices. All sorts of creatures roamed around, but the ones he took extra special care of were given 'special privelages'. He would make sure that they were well fed and weren't hunted. The old ones were harvested, the blood was taken from them and the remains were tossed back for the environment to dispose of. He tried to keep things going 'naturally'.
While his assistants were gone he busied himself by making six rooms for the hostages.. er, guests. They were very luxurious. They held everything they could possibly ask for, except communication to the outside world.
Finally his assistants returned. Why had it taken so long? Anyway, he set right to work on them. Having prepared everything in advance, all that needed to be done were the infusions.
He knocked them out and gave them the infusions right away. He injected each of them with animals blood. One hostage recieved dragons blood, another was injected with demons blood. One hostage was given hawks blood, another given the blood of a mountain lion. Of the last two, one recieved the blood from a snake and the other from a fox. It would take two weeks for the transformation to take place completely. Once they were completely transformed they would be able to shift from their human form into their animal form and vice versa. They would be the perfect help with communicating with animals, no?
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:46 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Plot «« The hostages have been given infusions of animal blood. There's no helping that. But, they can try to escape. Though, there are a lot of forces that are going to try and stop. The scientist and his assistants. The island. The guards. All the precautions the scientist has that they don't know about. They can try to kill the scientist, which would be the best way. They could live inluxury for the rest of their lives.
It will be hard, though. As their transformations progress, their instincts will become more animalistic until they can learn to control them which will be hard. They should try to escape before their transformations are complete because when they are, they'll be put in the wild of the island to fight their way out.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:52 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Rules «« general »» Follow Gaia ToS and the rules of the Guild.And, just because I feel this should also be general rules: no power playing or God Modding! And to make sure you understand this, I’ll explain. Power playing is when you control someone else’s character. If I play Apple and you play Juice, then I can’t control Juice because he’s your character, not mine. God Modding is when your character can do anything without any limits; it’s also when your character can’t be hurt. Everyone can be hurt here, none of us are immortal.
content »» Okay, so there will be fighting, this is okay but please know limits. And, not killing without permission. Though, you probably won't be killing anyone anytime soon. Romance, it's allowed. Don't go overboard, no cybering. Time skips if you get that far.
αctivity »» Activity is key. This is a long term roleplay, so treat it like one. There isn’t a limit like post twice a week, so I’ll just say post often. Now, we all have lives, but make sure you do try to make this roleplay a commitment. If you do have to go away for sometime, let me know how long you'll be gone and let the person you’re roleplaying with know, too.
out of character »» Another key ingredient to activity is through the OOC forum. Why? Two reasons. One reason is to get the roleplay started. It won't start until all the slots are filled and the more posts in the OOC, the more advertisement, the more advertisement the more people, the more people the faster the roleplay opens. Second reason is that a lot will happen. Updates will probably be announced there like time changes, questions will be answered, and when you have a little case of writer's block, there will be people there to provide plot ideas. So, be a little friendly and talk there, after all, the characters can be mean but the people controlling them should be friendly.
literacy »» Good grammar, writing at least four decent paragraphs, pretty posts, and writing out actions like an author of a book does. These are all qualities of a literate roleplayer. Follow the literacy rules of the Guild.
profiles »» Specifics on the profile will be said on the profile post, but follow the instructions. Don't change the skeleton. Reservations will last for three days unless you request a longer time.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 5:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 5:33 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Skeletons/Profile Page «« »» Okay, the first rule about your characters is that they have to be different! Make them different and unique. We don't want anyone perfect, because no one is. Oh, and since we're looking for unique then try not to use pictures of famous people. And, it would be nice if your pictures were real. Just incase I haven't already mentioned that.
»» Second, you've got to fill out the profile completely and don't change the names or anything but you can change how the colors work. I mean, how the color coding works. Just check out my profile and you'll see what I mean, though it doesn't have to be like mine. It can all be one color, or a lot of colors.
»» Third, any questions about the profile should go in the profile thread. Also, you can post your reservations there. Profiles should be sent to me with the title of the RP as the subject.
»» Four, the characters in the character post are the main characters. I really only want those in the RP, but if you have a really good character you think should be in the RP then PM me. If I think they will be good in the RP then I'll ask for a 120 x 111 icon of them or something like the ones for the main characters.
»» Five, I don't want an extremely bright colors. I want to be able to read the posts, not become blind.
»» Six, here's the reservation skeleton.
[align=center][size=11][color=indigo]U s e r n a m e // [ your username ]
W h a t i s i t // [ hostage/assistant/scientist/handler ]
L i n k s // [ a few links to examples of your writing ]
W h a t i w a n t // [ the name of the character you want ]
Q u e s t i o n s // [ any questions you have about the character or RP ][/color][/size][/align]
»» So, here are the skeletons!
Hostage Skeleton
[color=postingcolorhere][align=center][ n o t a n i m e i m a g e || n o t l i n k ]
[size=18]f i r s t[/size] . » . [size=15]m i d d l e[/size] . » . [size=18]l a s t[/size]
[i][ Three words that describe them ][/i]
[b][ You're characters quote ][/b][/align]
»» ___________ ««
[align=left][b]c a l l m e[/b] // [i][ nicknames ][/i]
[b]b i r t h d a y[/b] // [i][ month . day . year || age ][/i]
[b]c h r o m o s o m e[/b] // [i][ gender ][/i]
[b]o r i e n t a t i o n[/b] // [i][ sexuality ][/i]
[b]r e a c h t o t h e s k y[/b] // [i][ height ][/i]
[b]g r a v i t y a f f e c t s m e t o o[/b] // [i][ weight ][/i]
[b]m y i n j e c t i o n[/b] // [i][ the name of the animal whose blood has been injected into them ][/i]
[b]s m o k e a n d s h a d o w s[/b] // [i][ description of their appearance in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[list][list][list]»» ___________ ««
[b]t h e d r e a m d e v i l[/b] // [i][ history or biography in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]y o u r w o r s t n i g h t m a r e[/b] // [i][ personality in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]s e c r e t w i s h e s[/b] // [i][ goal // aspiration // dreams ][/i]
[b]m y f a v o r i t e s w e e t s[/b] // [i][ what they like // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]m y s o u r s[/b] // [i][ what they dislike // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]b e w a r e[/b] // [i][ weapons ][/i]
[b]a p p r o a c h w i t h c a u t i o n[/b] // [i][ powers ][/i]
[b]n e e d t o k n o w i n f o[/b] // [i][ other things ][/i]
[b]m y b e s t q u a l i t i e s[/b] // [i][ talents / skills ][/i][/align]
[b][size=13][align=right]p u p p e t m a s t e r // [ username ][/align][/size][/b][/color][/list][/list][/list]
Assistant/Handler Skeleton
[color=postingcolorhere][align=center][ n o t a n i m e i m a g e || n o t l i n k ]
[size=18]f i r s t[/size] . » . [size=15]m i d d l e[/size] . » . [size=18]l a s t[/size]
[i][ Three words that describe them ][/i]
[b][ You're characters quote ][/b][/align]
»» ___________ ««
[align=left][b]c a l l m e[/b] // [i][ nicknames ][/i]
[b]b i r t h d a y[/b] // [i][ month . day . year || age ][/i]
[b]c h r o m o s o m e[/b] // [i][ gender ][/i]
[b]o r i e n t a t i o n[/b] // [i][ sexuality ][/i]
[b]r e a c h t o t h e s k y[/b] // [i][ height ][/i]
[b]g r a v i t y a f f e c t s m e t o o[/b] // [i][ weight ][/i]
[b]s m o k e a n d s h a d o w s[/b] // [i][ description of their appearance in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[list][list][list]»» ___________ ««
[b]t h e d r e a m d e v i l[/b] // [i][ history or biography in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]y o u r w o r s t n i g h t m a r e[/b] // [i][ personality in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]s e c r e t w i s h e s[/b] // [i][ goal // aspiration // dreams ][/i]
[b]m y f a v o r i t e s w e e t s[/b] // [i][ what they like // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]m y s o u r s[/b] // [i][ what they dislike // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]b e w a r e[/b] // [i][ weapons ][/i]
[b]m y j o b[/b] // [i][ handler/assistant ][/i]
[b]n e e d t o k n o w i n f o[/b] // [i][ other things ][/i]
[b]m y b e s t q u a l i t i e s[/b] // [i][ talents / skills ][/i][/align]
[b][size=13][align=right]p u p p e t m a s t e r // [ username ][/align][/size][/b][/color][/list][/list][/list]
The Scientist
[color=postingcolorhere][align=center][ n o t a n i m e i m a g e || n o t l i n k ]
[size=18]f i r s t[/size] . » . [size=15]m i d d l e[/size] . » . [size=18]l a s t[/size]
[i][ Three words that describe them ][/i]
[b][ You're characters quote ][/b][/align]
»» ___________ ««
[align=left][b]c a l l m e[/b] // [i][ nicknames ][/i]
[b]b i r t h d a y[/b] // [i][ month . day . year || age ][/i]
[b]c h r o m o s o m e[/b] // [i][ gender ][/i]
[b]o r i e n t a t i o n[/b] // [i][ sexuality ][/i]
[b]r e a c h t o t h e s k y[/b] // [i][ height ][/i]
[b]g r a v i t y a f f e c t s m e t o o[/b] // [i][ weight ][/i]
[b]s m o k e a n d s h a d o w s[/b] // [i][ description of his appearance in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[list][list][list]»» ___________ ««
[b]t h e d r e a m d e v i l[/b] // [i][ history or biography in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]y o u r w o r s t n i g h t m a r e[/b] // [i][ personality in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]s e c r e t w i s h e s[/b] // [i][ goal // aspiration // dreams ][/i]
[b]m y f a v o r i t e s w e e t s[/b] // [i][ what he likes // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]m y r e a s o n s[/b] // [i][ more detailed version of why he created them, tie it into his past or something ][/i]
[b]m y s o u r s[/b] // [i][ what he dislikes // cannot be in list form // in FIRST PERSON ][/i]
[b]b e w a r e[/b] // [i][ weapons ][/i]
[b]n e e d t o k n o w i n f o[/b] // [i][ other things ][/i]
[b]m y b e s t q u a l i t i e s[/b] // [i][ talents / skills ][/i] [/align]
[b][size=13][align=right]p u p p e t m a s t e r // [ username ][/align][/size][/b][/color][/list][/list][/list]
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 6:13 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Setting «« Your characters should just be waking up in their rooms. They don't know where they are or what has happened to them. They don't know that they've been injected with animal blood. They just know that they're not home and they're in a really decked out room. DAY/ /MONTH/ /TIME OF DAY/ /WEATHER/ /TEMPERATURE/ /EVENTS
|| Spring » Summer » Fall » Winter ||
|| January » February » March » April » May » June » July » August » September » October » November » December ||
|| 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20 || 21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30 || 31 ||
|| Dawn » Morning » Afternoon » Evening » Night ||
|| Sunny » Cloudy » Partly Cloudy » Rainy » Clear Night||
|| Snowy » Snow Storm » Rainy-Snow » Hail » Heat Wave » Hot » Warm » Chilly » Cold » Freezing » Humid » Dry ||
|| Sunday » Monday » Tuesday » Wednesday » Thursday » Friday » Saturday ||
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:54 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Updates «« June 23 »» The RP is accepting, but it will not start until we have all of the characters! So, what are you waiting for? Send me your reserves!! August 10 »» Check the latest post in the OOC, please. It has all the rules..
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:58 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Contest «« Okay, so this is our contest and giveaway post. When we have all of our characters I'm going to start our first contest, so hurry up and join! Oh, and once a month we'll have a giveaway but that will take place in the OOC thread.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:59 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Reserved «« Reserved post
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:19 pm
»» ℓ e т т н e c α g e d b ι r d s ƒ ℓ γ «« »» Reserved «« Reserved post
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 8:04 pm
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╚════════╦═════════╝  "Give me another bowl of tom yam goong, Yung-Li! My good pal here will be paying for it! All of it! He's a rich man, ya know! Richer than me--richer than any of the dogs in this city!" The raven-haired boy said inside of the small Thai-cuisine shop. The next bowl of the spicy shrimp soup was passed down to him with an extra side that went well with the dish and a bit of cool, ice tea which also accompanied the meal well. He didn't even bother to say thanks for the food before he dug into the meal as if it were going to disappear on him any minute now. It could have, it really could have, but the bowls just piled up after that. There was first one, then there was two, then there was five, then there was twenty. His stomach started to stretch out a little bit, but not too much out of the normal as his body digested it. However, the street rat had never had to vacate his seat for any reason such as taking a dump to let off his last load of food. He didn't have to get up to get a customer to pay for this meal for once--hell, if he had to pay for this much, he probably wouldn't eat this much. The boy just wanted to take advantage of this 'all you can eat' while he could. There was no telling when it would end, and if he ate it all up now, then he would surely be able to go the next few weeks even if he did not eat. He'd have so much stored inside of him, it wouldn't dare go low on him and make him feel weak. He'd be able to win the fights with the gangs between the buildings and he'd be ready to outrun the cops with speed higher than normal because of his full belly. It would be like the cartoons where it just dragged the person down and made them slow as if they had just eaten some kind of a brick. It would be so different because his new main man, Mr. Big-Bucks was there.
It all felt like distant dream. The smell of salt water hardly existed in the nostrils of the olive colored boy, but he could smell it lightly within the smells of sanitation. He could also hear the chirping of seagulls, but that too, was a very dull sound. The sound echoed inside of his ears until it registered deep within that it wasn't a sound native to the middle of his current home town. The shore wasn't anywhere near that shop where he was eating the tom yam goong and it wasn't anywhere near where that hotel was. His dreams must have suddenly switched from the endless menu of bowls to being on a beach. A very... clean beach--with very comfortable sand that wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cool. It actually felt soft. It was interesting. Soft sand. Is that what they had when you were rich? Did that make it synthetic? Was synthetic sand made out of cotton balls and kittens? Kittens were freaking soft. If synthetic sand was this soft, there was no way that it was made without the help of kittens. Not that the Thai-male would ever wish this kind of fate upon kittens. It would be a sad way to die young.
Wait. Where did he go? Why was he thinking about dead kittens while he smelt sea-water and cleanness and felt the soft feeling of--Ni Ran's brown, chocolate eyes suddenly popped open with this realization that he needed to wake up and know what the hell was going on. There was a very clean, nice ceiling above his head. Oh. So he must have still been in the hotel. The bed was made. Since when were beds made while you laid in them after you did something like work? No... that wasn't the only problem. There was yet another. It smelt so damn clean. It didn't smell like roses or flowers or musk or anything. It smelt like... what hospitals smelt like. Like all the germs were dead because they couldn't coexist with the bodies in this area. It felt strange. It felt... so foreign to this person. Hospitals weren't really places he visited often if at all. Slowly Ni ran pushed himself up from laying on his back on the bed so that his stomach would be slanted while his elbows held up him. His chocolate pools scanned over the room. 'It looks exactly how it smells...' He thought to himself as his eyes kept moving about. He didn't like this. Was this really the hotel? It was too clean to be the hotel. Besides... where was his money? It was supposed to be on the side table, and now that he saw it, he realized that there was nothing there. 'That b*****d... that meal did not cover the charges.' Ni ran thought to himself with annoyance. He ******** tried of those business men trying to take advantage of him by buying him one bowl of tom yam and then calling it good. Tom yam wasn't even that expensive--at least not at the places these people visited when they looked for that young thing that they could get off with.
Ni Ran Wang finally pushed himself up to sit where his legs then crossed underneath his body and he ran a hand through his straight, dark hair that was just a bit messed around now from sleeping on it. His hand then ran down his face a bit and into his eyes that he rubbed to get the crust from the corners. This room... this room was pissing him o--wait.
Why was he dressed?
Okay, too many things about this s**t wasn't making any sense. This room was clean, no money on the table, and he was fully clothed? Hell, he didn't even smell like sweat. Actually, as Ni Ran observed himself a bit further, he realized that he smelt similar to this room. Very clean. It wasn't that cheap hotel shampoo for after either. It was--it was... Damn it. Ni Ran couldn't get it. This room... This ******** room was throwing him off. The blank walls, the empty floor, the bright colors. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t something he was used to and it all was throwing him off. Even the sun that went through the curtains—it just bounced off of the cleanness in the room and made it worse. It rendered his thinking ability nearly unhelpful!
The boy pushed himself off of the bed. As soon as he got there, his body felt just a bit dizzy, so like any smart person, he stood there and nearly brought himself to lay down on the ground until it stopped, but the dizziness passed very quickly before he had to lay down. As soon as he got control over the dizziness, Ni Ran turned back towards the bed and pulled at the sheets. He tugged at them from both ends of the bed and spread them apart to make a mess of the bed before he then went after the pillow and flipped it around so it was diagonally against the back board and the mattress of the bed. He turned back towards his room and looked for the drawer—the dresser that was against the wall. He pulled the bottom drawer open and started to go through the items within it before he just tossed most of them to the ground before he moved onto the next without even bothering to shut the other drawers until he finished, and then he did a half-a** job doing that too. It was a matter of moments before that clean room from before became a messy one with the help of whatever was around. He hadn’t even bothered to not check the other three doors that were attached to the room. His bathroom became part of the mess as well as the room with all the books he found attached that he knocked off of the shelves. Though, he was smart enough to pick one up and pull it open. When he realized the text was in English, the possibility that he was still in Thailand was very, very slim. Like 0% slim. Ni Ran returned back to the man room with his bedding in it and headed for the window. He tugged the curtains open only to find that there were… bars.. on the window… Now that seriously wasn’t what happened in hotels. ’So mark that off the list…’.
Now it was time to recall what the hell happened—but he knew what happened. He was with that guy, he bought him a bowl of chow and then they were headed off to do business and wam-bam-bam. Now he was here. It wasn’t like he was complaining. That guy did look pretty damn rich. Maybe he decided that he’d give Ni Ran his own place in the US. Not that he minded that. It was better than living in a damn cardboard box that you shared with four other boarders. You could say there was a lack for space… the five of them usually had to brawl for the piece of stale cardboard. It would get hella exciting like those prime time shows the moment it started to rain. That’s how they kept in shape. If that wasn’t motivation enough, they also said they would eat the loser—not that it ever happened to Ni Ran’s knowledge. The dark haired boy finally left his mess of a room with the one door he hadn’t sent himself out of just yet and into the quiet hallway. His brain gears ticked around as he tried to recall just what had happened. If that guy really did get him a summer home, then he was sure to live the good life from now on. His own pad that didn’t dissolve in the rain and that didn’t reek of stale death. This could actually pretty damn nice, and even if they didn’t get down to business, he’d take this place. He just really hoped there wouldn’t be some kind of crazy.. unreasonable tail-ended deal to this whole thing.
With that in mind and then quickly pushed out of the way as he walked through the empty hallway, he started to explore slowly without venturing into any of the other closed doors and wandered his way into the kitchen. His stomach was growling. All those bowls of tom yam had all been part of that dream and his stomach was really growling. If he found the kitchen, he was sure to find food. It took him about fifteen minutes before he actually found the place in this way too clean for him to live in. He was seriously going to have to do just a bit of remodeling if he was going to live here. Hm. That was interesting. Him, remodeling. The thought brought the Asian to start chuckling to himself momentarily as he reached and pulled the refrigerator open and started to scan the insides for something to fill his own insides. Everything looked so good. That’s a good idea! Eat it all!
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEllie jerked awake, shaking herself out of a nightmare, but kept her eyes closed. It was a dark one, the nightmare. But she could barely remember it now. Something eerie. She remembered being in a car that slowly stopped and then pulled out of it. She could hear voices but not see anything, as hard as she tried she couldn't remember what the voices had been saying. What a weird dream. But, there were more important matters at the moment besides some silly dream. She had to get home. Huh. The ground is softer than I would've imagined. She thought. Confused, she sat up, her eyes squinting against the bright room. I thought I'd crashed the car. I'm so stupid! She almost smiled. "Où suis-je!?" The French came out accidently, but no one was around to hear her. It's not like they would mind, right? Her parents sometimes scolded her for randomly switching between French and English. They thought it was an annoying habit. Though, they were hardly ever around to do anything. Always working, never home. She sighed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXWhere am I? She thought. What is this place? Why am I here? Her thoughts were jumbled in her head, still a little dazed from just waking up. She needed a lot of answers. First, she'd need to find who was in charge here. She noted the bars on the windows, she was a captive. But the question that really lingered was Why. Why was she here? What was the point? What was the reason? XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXSlipping out of the bed, her feet hit the plush carpet on the ground. It was a dark tan where as the bed was white with only a few streaks of color. One pillow and one sheet were the only items on the bed that held color. They were a blood red. She meant to go straight out, but got a little distracted searching the room. To the far side of the room was a sofa facing a large flat-screen TV that hung on the wall. The sofa was white leather, not one wrinkle in it. A few paces behind the sofa was a door that, she soon discovered, led to the bathroom. The bathroom was grand. Like one of a master suite. It held the essentials, shower, toilet, sink. But, it also had a hot tub/jacuzzi, a cabinet filled with every hair product imaginable and a large array of make up. How interesting. She didn't even have this much at home, and her parents provided well. Closing the door behind her, she open another door on the other side of the bathroom. It was a walk-in closet about as big as the bathroom. It held shelves and shelves of shoes, in her size. Clothes of all sorts, also in her size. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOkay. Now things were getting creepy. How the hell did whoever brought her here know her sizes?! This was weird, they even had swimsuits and necklaces and earring and rings. The rings were her size, size 7. There were even purses and other accessories that matched the clothes in the closet. Opposite the entrance to the closet stood a full-length mirror. She walked over, checking her appearance. It was a habit. Her clothes were unsatisfactory, as was her hair. With a sigh she selected a pair of camo cargo pants and a white tank top. She quickly change and slipped on a pair of black boots. They were comfortable. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXEllie decided not to explore anymore in the room. She needed to go and find out just where the hell she actually was. Slipping out of the room, she closed the door quietly behind her. It didn't take her long to find her way around, she pretty much had the same stuff in her house, she would just need to remember what was where. There was some rustling in the room just ahead, she hadn't been in there yet. Walking in cautiously she came across a person making some food. Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry, too. Wasn't there a chef? She wasn't used to cooking her own food for meals, though she did like to cook. Maybe this man could give her some answers. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXShe walked over, a smile bright on her face though her insides were nervous. She didn't know who this was, he could be dangerous. "Bonjour! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. Parlez-vous français?" She wasn't sure if he spoke French, as she had blurted it out accidently. So she repeated herself, this time in English. "Hello! It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm going to assume you do not speak French." ••.•´¯`•.•• ••.•´¯`•.••´
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