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 Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:05 am
A group of teens are invited and sent to a foster home, against even their own wills. Upon arrival they find themselves at an empty building, though however well furnished... All of the teens get bad vibes about the home, as if there is something dark within... Some sightings have reported people within the windows even if the home has been vacant for fifty or more years.
Now as a mysterious couple moves into the home and starts up an orphanage, people become suspicious and shun the children from their society. Not even the children within know who the parents are, and as months pass, some begin to disappear from all that is known. But oddly the parents seem to not notice. Can they figure out what's going on before it's too late? Or will they all die?
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:16 pm
Character Skeleton: [size=9][b]My Puppet Master[/b]:
[b]I am[/b]:
[b]Call me[/b]:
[b]Years of Suffering[/b]:
[b]I like[/b]:
[b]I hate[/b]:
[b]In my life[/b]:
[b]I am afraid of[/b]:
[b]I am a[/b]:
[b]My self portrait[/b]:[/size] Accepted Characters: My Puppet Master: Amouraq
I am: Gabriel Averson
Call me: Gabe
Years of Suffering: 17
In my life: I've been moved from foster home to foster home after my parents were murdered. I've been called a runner by the state, mostly because the homes that took me in beat me or neglected me.
I like: Gum, soda, quiet.
I hate: Foster homes, abusive people, jerks.
I am afraid of: Psycho killers
I am a: Female
My self portrait: [X]My Puppet Master: Magitrix199
I am: Kaitlyn Nordstrom
Call me: Katie
Years of Suffering: 17
I like: Boys, Friends, Clothes
I hate: Guns, Ropes, Deep Voices
In my life: My parents were both killed by a man who tried to take me for himself. He shot them, tied and gagged me, and had a deep, low voice.
I am afraid of: Being Taken, the unseen.
I am a: Female
My self portrait:[X]My Puppet Master: Zanna Morso
I am: Ryan Koeing (Pronounced Kay-nig)
Call me: Ryan
Years of Suffering: 15
I like: My dog, a secure, warm shelter, warm food
I hate: Sleeping on the street, being without the company of my pet, going to bed hungry, being alone.
In my life: I've been homeless for sometime now, my mother died next to me in our alleyway home so I was left alone. I'd managed to survive this long in homeless shelters but even then I still felt isolated...until I met my dog Fang, lying in the same alleyway my mother died in.
I am afraid of: Dying alone, losing my dog.
I am a: Boy
My self portrait:[x]
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