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 Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:57 am
 all other kingsa quest for humanity☁ » owner ; shannello
☁ » concept & graphics ; shannello
☁ » picture credit ; photobucket
☁ » inspiration ; The Epic of Gilgamesh Under Construction|Open|Closed|Accepting|Reserving
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 9:58 am
table of contents
story│rules│characters│announcements|reserved
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:09 am
story [indent]Two thousand years ago, a baby boy with golden hair was born to a king and his young wife. The child was still born. Carsten was what the golden prince would have been called, had he only been alive. His young mother refused to let her child be buried, he's not dead, he cannot be dead, and held him to her breast. The king ran his fingers through his child's damp blonde hair, and, remarkably, Carsten began to cry.
On his nineteenth birthday, Carsten’s father passed away, leaving his son to take his predestined place on the throne—which he did. Carsten lead his people through war, victorious or not, and rebuilt the cities when the Crusades destroyed them. He provided a gateway for his populace to grow, and to change. But as the years rolled by, Carsten began to notice that something was wrong with his body. By the time his mother passed away, Carsten was a man of thirty-seven… but still retained his youthful appearance.
His body refused to age. It was a disease, he initially thought. After his kingdom started plotting his execution for witchcraft, it was a nightmare. With no heir to the throne, the kingdom plunged into turmoil. Riots occurred daily, chaos became a familiar concept to the typical peasant, and the golden prince had been successfully driven out of the empire. Fearing for his life.
But, what did he have to fear? Carsten hadn’t aged a day since his nineteenth birthday, since the death of his father, and his body was still just as it was. Being unable to age meant he’d be unable to die. Death wasn’t a possibility anymore.
Although he could not die, Carsten could not live as well. He could never return to his rightful place as king. Not like that. Not as an immortal. With no where else to go, Carsten walked as far away from his kingdom as he could, barely eating, barely sleeping. For what felt (and probably were) centuries, Carsten wandered, becoming a peasant here, or a nobleman there, watching civilizations rise and eventually crumble. He stood in crowds, watching the public executions of kings and queens, wondering if the axe would even pierce his flesh if it were his knees against the wood, or his chin against the stump. He wondered what it'd be like to die.
Suddenly, as the blade was brought down, Carsten wondered what it would be like to be human.
He didn't have to die, he realized. He just needed to learn how to live.
Fast forward one thousand years or so, and Jem, a teenager from Pennsylvania, has just decided to run away from home. After saving six grand to buy a used '73 Camaro, he cleaned out his dressers, the fridge, and left during the middle of the night. Filled his tank and took off toward Florida.
To find the Fountain of Youth.
He heard all of the stories, researched everything he possibly could, and now there was only one thing left to do. Go.
Unfortunately for him, half way to Florida he'd run into a little trouble. And by 'run into' we literally mean 'run into'. Or 'ran over'.
Carsten? Meet Jem's bumper.This is where our story begins.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:11 am
rules
x» follow gaia ToS.
x» cursing is allowed. keep it simple.
x» no godmodding.
x» no cybering.
x» if you'd like the role, please PM me with a sample of your posting, title it 'love me foreverr', and add a heart to the bottom.
x» write at least three sentences in a post.
x» be active.
x» notify me if you'll be absent for a period of time.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:16 pm
characters  Carsten is over two thousand years old. He's rather passive and indifferent, enough that he can come off as insensitive. He's not submissive, what-so-ever. He tends to daydream. Doesn't overreact. He doesn't indulge himself in anything, eats very little, and stays up very late. He's extremely driven. He incredibly smart, and is prone to pessimism. Part of him is miserable. Will not stop until he's completely human. Determined. He takes control of the situation Jem gets them into, and has always been a born leader.
Other: Loves sleeping on beaches, the color green, and speaks fluent French, Italian, Chinese, and Latin.
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 Jem is sixteen-years-old. He's extremely impulsive (bought a car for six grand after looking at it once, runs away from home in the middle of the night without his parents' knowledge). He believes immortality would give him a God-like status. He needs control, and can be controlling toward others, including Carsten (which results in a schooling from the prince). Sleeps for an unusually long time. Loves to run. He over-reacts often, and is incapable of handling serious or stressful situations. Determined. Doesn't believe in love.
Other: He loves yoga, vanilla ice-cream, and classical music.
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played by: shannello
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:00 pm
announcements Thursday, January 14, 2010: officially open(:
now accepting PMs.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 6:01 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 1:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 3:25 pm
"Today is July 12th, 2010. I'm somewhere in North Carolina, getting close to the state border, I think. My destination stays the same. Florida. The Fountain of Youth. I've been driving fifteen hours days and sleeping for the rest of the time, but it'll all be worth it. I know it'll all be worth it." The boy licked his lips, one hand steering his car along the long, winding highway and the other holding a tape recorder to his mouth. There were dark circles under his eyes. The car picked up speed. Jem, his eyes focused on the horizon, that little point at the end of the highway, the slowly retreating sun, swallowed the spit in his mouth. "Everything will be worth it."
The Fountain of Youth, which was supposedly located somewhere in the bowels of sunny Florida, was the apple of Jem's eye. With the power to grant eternal life, eternal beauty (although that was only partially important to him), and was a colossal one-up on everyone else... the Fountain was every boy and girl's dream. Jem had wanted it for years, since he was a child, since forever. To be a god. If something as incredible as that was possible... Clicking off the recorder, Jem deliberately tossed it into the passenger seat. It was roughly 7:40 p.m., and his surroundings were continuously growing darker. He brought his right hand up to the steering wheel and clamped on. He was a novice driver, and technically wasn't allowed to drive after nine, but he had a steady pair of hands on him. Wrists. That was it. His wrists were pretty strong. They had gotten him from the middle of Philadelphia to the North-South Carolina border.
He was going around 75 mph, maybe more, when it actually happened. The sun had set a few minutes before, and his eyes struggled to adjust to the dark. Suddenly, something appeared in his head lights, and Jem's hands slipped, out of fear(?). He was driving directly toward it and he couldn't stop, not in time. Slamming on the breaks, Jem felt a series of sensations: one, the car hitting something (someone) with incredible force and jerking him forward against the steering wheel; two, his seat belt successfully cutting off his circulation; and three, stomach-dropping fear.
He had just freakin' hit someone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:34 pm
It happened just like that.
To Carsten he felt a mild moment of discomfort as his body collided, or rather something, a vehicle to be exact, collided with his body, sending him flying off a distance away. He could feel it, sort of, his body bouncing off the concrete, rolling a bit until he came to an abrupt stop. Somehow, he stopped on his side, one arm stretched out against the concrete, his back facing the car that hit him. It looked like he was dead, really he wasn't, he was just dazed. Who wouldn't be? After getting hit by a car... Then again, most people would be dead, wouldn't they?
For a moment Carsten's eyes closed, as if he was resting, he wasn't, he was just collecting his wits about him. The moment he let out a calm breath, he moved. The hand he had on the ground was the first to move, next came the one facing the sky; he placed them both on the concrete, then pushed himself into a sitting position. Now what happened exactly? His memory, it hadn't been effected, he was merely trying to see who was at fault here. He had been minding his own business, making his way to...somewhere, and then he was hit.
There was the slightest bit of annoyance that passed through him, thanks to the thought of someone hitting him the way he had been. Then he brushed it off, actually pushing himself to stand up completely. The moment he was standing properly, he moved to brush himself off. Anyone seeing might think a miracle took place, he was alive after wall, which was no surprise to himself, but not to anyone else.
It occurred to Carsten that he had a few options, considering what just happened. The first was that he could just go along his merry way and forget this happened. The second was him actually approaching the driver. The third was with the possibility that was done on purpose, or the fact someone could have drunken a bit too much, putting some space between him and whoever was in the vehicle might be best. However, the still partially dazed young(looking) man had decided to do otherwise. Carsten didn't move away, but he didn't move forward either.
"Excuse me!" His voice rang out quite clearly, for the driver to hear his voice, he was wary of approaching, but only due to the many dangerous possibilities. Expect the unexpected, Carsten had learned that bit the hard way. Just when one categorized something, it often, or rather rarely changed. He neither knew who was in the car, or what state they were in.
"What do you think you were doing?" Of course he'd ask something like that, he didn't quite forget himself or how abnormal his situation was. Honestly, he was still a bit dazed, but he was one who could recover quickly. It wasn't like he was cut, or broke anything, the worse he suffered were his clothes, and perhaps his hair being in a bit of disarray. Maybe it was the fact he opted to wear dark clothes that he might not have been seen, though his long blond locks should have surely been noted even if it was starting to get dark. It wasn't like he was wearing black all over, maybe this person had a hard time seeing, or he supposed it could have just been some horrible accident. What were the odds of that though?
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:57 pm
His head was spinning. Did he flip the car? Jem glanced around the car, stiffly, and grunted. Good. Everything was still in place. He was just a little sore, and a lot tired. His eyes refused to focus.
His brain refused to focus, too. It struggled to make up some kind of excuse for this. Like, he could be sleeping right now, dreaming up this entire thing, even the scary parts. He could be hallucinating, because, you know, he did partake in a suspicious mushroom casserole down in Fayetteville. He could have thought up the whole thing, even the realistic sensation of his car hitting an object (person). Jem's imagination had always been slightly overactive. Groaning, he massaged his forehead. This was real. At least the car was still intact.
Wait—
s**t. He'd just ran over something, and whatever, or whoever, he'd just hit was still out there and—
And it was alive. And was yelling at him. While being alive.
The thing was actually this tallish, blondish, angry-sounding boy, and Jem didn't know whether to climb out of the car and beg for forgiveness or to start the car and get the hell out of there. Jem wasn't particularly fond of the living dead. Zombies weren't his thing.
But, this kid, or whatever, he was—he looked fine. Like, there wasn't a scratch on him. And, seeing how he was standing on his two feet and used his arms to peel himself off the highway, he obviously didn't have broken limbs.
How was that possible?
Jem couldn't get his mind around it, keeping his eyes glued to the form outside his window. The guy may have looked like he was perfectly fine but... he had just been HIT by a car, on a HIGHWAY, going 75 mph. He should have been pulp. Literally. He swung open his car door. With a dry mouth, Jem squeaked, "Listen, man, I don't—you shouldn't be alive—I mean, this is so messed up." He felt chills run up his spine. His forehead started to throb, painfully, and he felt slightly faint. "I mean, what were you doing walking on the HIGHWAY? Ugh, sorry, I mean—" Jem's eyes went out of focus, and he slid forward, almost out of the car. "My head hurts a little.
His hands released the steering wheel, and he tumbled out onto the road.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 10:26 am
What was this person thinking? Carsten asked himself that again as he waited for a response to his earlier question. It seemed there was a moment of silence before the other person, who sounded male, actually spoke up in return. Only after he saw the door to the car swing open, he assumed he was going to get out. Hopefully, this meant the male had some common courtesy, and didn't hit and run him, what a pain that would have been. Not like he would have really done anything, fortunately life goes on, and on and on in his case. The police would have been out of the question, he could see the call now. "Excuse me officer, I was just hit by a car that sped off, you don't need to send an ambulance though, I haven't a scratch to speak of, just stop the driver..." See, that conversation wouldn't have gone well at all.
"Hold on, are you saying you wanted me dead," Carsten was smart enough to know the male-boy from what he could see from where he was- meant, he just didn't think someone hit would have lived. The young man, which seemed better suited for the male, wouldn't have been wrong. If he wasn't himself, he would have more then likely have broken his neck, smashed his head against the concrete, and have several broken bones, if not just about all in his body. It was a fortunate thing he was the one hit, and it hadn't been another. At the speed he was hit, it wouldn't have been a pretty sight at all.
"Well, I wa-" He started to speak, but then was cut off by the young man's last comment. Carsten would have made a remark about how he was the one hit, and he couldn't imagine why his head would be the one hurting. Just stating what he saw as facts. Don't think he had a headache, pain seemed to completely elude him now, it was just where he stood, compared to where the young man in that car... Actually the young man on the road now.
With a very faint sigh, and a passive expression which surprisingly had been his look the entire time, he moved quickly to the young man's side. "Don't tell me you ave some sort of illness." The moment he came to his side he spoke, moving and assisting the other male up before he had time to argue. He just looped an arm under the young male and hoisted him up, supporting him whether he could stand on his feet or not.
Sapphire blue hues tried to meet the other males eyes. Perhaps he had gotten a concussion, maybe he didn't have his seat belt on. He just had to find out when he got a reaction from him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 1:33 pm
Jem's first thought—althought it was difficult making coherent ones and he felt like his brain was jumping rope with his spinal stem—was is this really happening?. Everything felt hazy, dream-like, and strange. This man, boy, person propping him up, had blue eyes of that he'd never seen before. Strikingly blue, like of the cursed (or blessed) kings he'd read about. Maybe he was day-dreaming this up—staring at an empty highway for hundreds of miles must have been messing with his mind. Pull yourself together, Jem, he thought, head spinning, and tried to take in and comprehend what the guy was saying. Something about illnesses? What? Jem let his body go slack against the other boy's.
He had to recollect his thoughts, as they were currently everywhere. And, ouch, the throbbing was back. He must have seriously hurt himself when his head hit the steering wheel (he's slightly under average height, but that doesn't mean his inferior! It just means the seat belt fits weirdly on him). Fortunately he didn't get knocked out on impact, but he was still dizzy as s**t and a little disorientated. After resting his eyes for a second, Jem felt his head clearing, which was extremely helpful in communicating with the blonde guy. The person holding him up sounded annoyed, which was totally justified, seeing how Jem had accidentally plowed him down a few minutes ago and then fainted in the middle of their argument.
God, this was embarrassing. He didn't mean to lose control over his body in that very moment. Now this zombie/superman/invincible dude was probably thinking about how weird he was. And necrotic. And disappointing. Honestly, when compared to Mr. Incredible over here, Jem just didn't make the cut. He sure wouldn't have survived that. Actually, anyone human wouldn't have survived that. That was a head-on collision between unforgiving metal and mass and human bone. The guy should have been smeared across the bike lane. No, somehow he survived, without a single exterior or interior injury, and he still had enough strength to support stupid Jem and his messed up head. This was why Jem quit playing middle school foot ball. His head was so retarded that he'd gotten two concussions during his first season and had to quit the team. Stupid six-foot tall eighth graders and their good arms and their mean passes. It just wasn't fair. "S-sorry," apologized Jem, after a moment. "I'm not usually like this, you know, passing out and s**t." He took a short step away from the other boy. "Uh, are you going to, like, report this?" He sounded nervous and unsure, because how would they report it? The guy didn't even look like he'd stubbed a toe—how could he prove he was just hit by a car? Jem bit his lip childishly. He felt out-of-place, uncomfortable in his own skin. He just wanted to get out of there.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:43 pm
Carsten really hoped he didn't have to set foot in a hospital, a place of death, something he couldn't have. If things were that bad, if the boy had a phone, he could call a hospital, then leave the boy for others to deal with. That was much easier then going out of his way to wait for someone, for a boy who hit him with his car. Still an unpleasant experience, even though he hadn't actually been hurt. Imagine, here he thought that he'd have a night, but here he was instead with a boy, a teenager, that felt like a rag doll against his body. At least until he moved away from him.
"You shouldn't try to stand unless your sure you can do so." It seemed he was ignoring the apology given, he wasn't exactly, he just found accepting to be pointless. People apologized, it was an automatic thing for those who had a conscious, and those who didn't want to seem heartless. This young male, whoever he was, was no different, though he could tell by his tone of voice told no lies. It was impossible to consider him a liar, but still he didn't really feel like putting up with that exchange in conversation. The whole, "Its alright, I forgive you," It didn't cut it.
"What do you expect me to say..." He purposely trailed off, seeming to think of what the boy was thinking. "That you hit me with a far, sending my body flying across the road." That was exactly what happened, and he really shouldn't be talking with the teenager here. The boy, as he considered he still seemed more like a child to him, practically owed him something, he didn't think he could turn him down if he asked for something, could he? After all, he just hit him with his car.
"There's something you can do for me," he came out with that, not seeming hesitant to ask for something from a stranger. "You see, I have no car." Which should have been obvious, it was why he was walking. "I need a ride." He didn't think he really had to ask, but just in case the boy was too dazed to get it, he added, "You'll give me one until I decide to otherwise." Which meant he would travel with him indefinitely, until he decided he would just settle somewhere. Don't think he was happy about it, he wasn't, this was just the best option he could take now, so he took it.
"Tell me, can you drive now, or do I need to?" If he had to, he could drive. It was impossible to get by this era without knowing that much, believe it or not he had driven before. "I don't want a repeat of what just happened," If it happened again, there would be no chance of that person surviving. "I don't suppose you've hit someone before?" Carsten highly doubted today's society would let someone like that still drive, unless he escaped from a prison, or some mental facility.
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