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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:53 pm
Invitations were sent out to young people. Bright people, graceful people, promising people. The Academy promised them enlightenment and challenge, a place where they could truly express their unique gifts.
It was a lie.
These dancers, these artists, these geniuses, these children were cut off from the rest of the verse. They were used and betrayed, but they had no way of escaping. The escape of the prodigy River Tam had given them hope, but in a place where everything is turned into a nightmare, hope is a danger. The only resilient ones are those who had natural developing psychic abilities. But theirs is only a different sort of madness.
The Academy is the hell of the Alliance's heaven, and they were tricked into its imprisonment, seeking escape.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:58 pm
Rules
1) No godmoding. Instead, talk to other people to gather details to allow for mind/reading etc...
2) Be courteous. We all love Firefly here, let's get along.
3) Be literate. No *talking in ateriks*, no im chat, no one-line posts. Use decent grammar and a good writing style.
4)Use of the main characters from Firefly can be allowed. Like maybe River can still sense the others at the Academy. But you must keep in character for this, and if someone else wants to be a character from the crew, then you can't monopolize Serenity. You must also STAY IN CHARACTER! For example, River's not that crazy anymore since Miranda.
5) this is a post-Serenity rp.
5) Original characters are allowed and encouraged. But try to have one or two non-psychics, so we can see a lot of the doctors who did this to them.
6) If it drops into lemon, back away or close the door. I don't want this rp getting deleted.
7) Try to be realistic. Don't get so crazy with your posts that nobody can understand them, but don't be so precise that we don't get a feeling of fractured reality.
cool Have fun!
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 6:00 pm
Profiles
PM all profiles to me to keep the rp organized.
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Physical description:
Personality description: *can be vague, as we'll get to know you.
Bio:
Talents:
Additional information:
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:25 am
Characters:
Name: Bernadette Weaver
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
Physical description: Tall and bone-skinny with tan skin to suggest Egyptian or middle eastern ancestry from Earth That Was. Thick, curly black hair that dips just below her shoulders, plump lips, dark eyes, and scars in various places from her travels.
Personality description: Bernadette is usually shy, but can quickly become angry. She keeps away from people and, like most of the 'students', is marginally insane.
Bio: Bernadette had always had psychic abilities. As the daughter of a diplomat on Kushmer, however, it was not an option to reveal it. When a nanite plague hit the city, Bernadette was the sole survivor of her family. Rather than killing her, the nanites actually enhanced her abilities. Because nobody understood what she was, she was placed in a mental hospital until the age of sixteen when she snuck aboard a small cargo ship and inadvertantly joined the crew. Her crew tried for some time to hide her, but eventually the Corporation found out and managed to capture her. She's obsessed with returning.
Talents: Nearly all forms of dance (she used to perform bellydancing for money) and her natural psychic ability.
Name: Alice
Gender: Female
Age: between 5 and 8 - no one really knows. She won't tell.
Physical description: A small girl with good posture. She has long stick-straight jet-black hair and hazel eyes. Most likely an asian and european mix.
Personality description: shy, but once she opens up to you, she sticks to you like glue. She is everyone's little sister.
Bio: Once Alice's family found her doing advanced dance steps in the living room along to their music at a year and a half of age, they sent her to a dance class twice a week. The studio was unable to keep up with her. The parents them found this Academy where they sent her to be trained. She has been there since she was two. No special operations or anything like that has been done to her - yet.
Talents: Dance, poetry, swimming
Additional information: She has been shown favor in her math teacher's eyes, though she is no good at the subject.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 5:26 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:34 pm
Staring with large, curious eyes, Alice gazed upon her new room. Why was she beeing moved? She liked her old room. It was cosy. And she knew the people near her - it was home. Now she was being yanked from there and shoved in here, with kids all older than her. She was the oldest in her old bunk hallway, why couldn't she stay there? She clutched her old doll - one of her only reminents from a "home" with "parents" she hardly remembered.
"Do I go in?" she asked the mentour beside her. Seeing him nod, she placed a hand on the door. It swung open for her as easily as the old one had - it was even the same color. She cautiously stepped foward, toe placed on the floor first, then her heel silently following. One foot after another. The movement seemed to be the only familiar thing in this larger room. toeheel. toeheel. toeheel.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:11 pm
"I don't like it," Bernadette muttered the second her arm was released. "It's not home. It's not even alive."
"Miss, homes are not alive," the escort sighed.
Another one of those loopy little... You'd think by now they would be sick of babysitting. Well, they all get this way in the end.
Bernadette narrowed her eyes, pursing her plump lips.
"This isn't her. I want to go back to my mother's breast."
"Miss, your mother's dead. She has been for years."
Bernadette looked away, her bountiful black curls slipping down to cover her face.
"I have many mothers. I want to live in her, not here."
"Well, it's better than the asylum, isn't it?" the escort snapped stalking out the door and slamming it behind him. Bernadette crossed her skinny arms over her stomach, gritting her teeth together.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:07 pm
((sorry, couldn't figure out where you put Bernadette. I'm going to assume in the room across from Alice's, and the door is open?))
Alice stared openly at the older girl sitting accross the hall from her. She looked so different than anyone she had seen - bigger, for one thing. Taller, and less... warm? Friend-like? No... this girl did not look like a friend. Alice licked her lips and blinked. She retreated from the doorway back into the room she was assigned. She sat on the bed - it was bigger than her old one - and began to unpack her few belongings. She put her little purple notebook on her bedside table, her shoes all in a line right next to the closet. All her skirts and dresses were neatly hung, all of the shirts folded in the drawers. Her small stereo stood in the corner of the room. She chose out a music stick and insterted it into the small macheine. Music floated around her, and without noticing her door still ajar, she began to dance...
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:56 pm
"A doll, all wound up like she was told, dancing and dancing because she knows nothing else to do..."
Bernadette curled up on her bed, watching the child as she twirled and glided across her own floor as a perfect dancer. Every move predictable, because the steps flowed from practice, rehearsal, not spirit or passion. Bernadette missed the days when she had been able to do something without any emotional prompting. Of course, she had always been more sensitive than her classmates, but...
Then Kushmer had become a living graveyard. Then the walls turned white and suffocating, choking her when she looked away and she couldn't feel anything until someone else let her slip away. Someone like her. White turned to charcoal gray and earthy brown...
And then white again.
Gorram it, Ian, if you can't get her to talk like a normal person...
...She can't help it. She thinks in riddles and poetry, a lot of us do. It's her only way of coping. Give her some time to get better...
It did. And then a fright came and it didn't. But the world stayed constant, flowing as the river. Gray and brown, and black and red and green.
And now white again.
"They're telling her what to do," she mumbled to herself, eyes never leaving the dancing girl as pity and panic welled in her chest. "They play with her. They can't keep their hands off such a pretty doll. But they play too rough, they'll break her."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:30 pm
Alice's movements suddenly became faster. Turning, turning, turning, until everything was a blur. It was hard for her to become dizzy. One of her movements brought her close to the ground, looking up at the ceiling. but it wasn't the ceiling, it was the bottom of the desk. She stopped, mid-motion. There was a name, stuck on with a label. Alice dropped gracefully to the ground, and tucking her hair behind her ears, she read the name aloud.
"River Tam."
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"River Tam!" Simon called. "River?" He huddled over his sister, crouched in a corner of her room, avoiding him, not for the first time.
"Go AWAY Simon!" Whew. She recognized him.
"River..." Suddenly, she shrieked.
"No! No, they can't! They can't out her there!"
"River... River what are you talking about?
"Put her back, she doesn't belong there, she doesn't want ot be there!"
Simon heard voices from outside the room, asying "What in the verse-?"
"Stay there!" he warned. "I don't know what's wrong with her..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:18 pm
"River Tam..." Bernadette muttered, standing and padding silently across the hall. She knew better, of course. Ian had instructed her over and over in the importance of letting a person's mind keep to itself, but the curiosity of the girl and the weight of the name were so enticing.
She hesitated at the threshhold, leaning against the doorframe. This was a heavy place, full of too much everything. Too much love, too much hate, to much fear and rest and cries in the night. It was frightening.
---
"Simon, River, what is it this time?"
Shepherd Book hurried to the girl's room, Bible clutched in one hand, a hasty bookmark hanging out of it as a token of his hurry.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:40 pm
"Back off," Simon waved his hand in the Preacher's direction. "I don't know what's up with her." She began to recite the oddly familiar rhyme,
"Two by two, hands of blue, two by two, hand of blue..." She seemed to calm down a bit, when- "They put her there!"
"River.. shh..." Simon got close enough to hold her. River flung herself away, screaming,
"No! No! Get her out! No! The tall and the small, get them out!"
"The tall and the- Shepard do you know what she's talking about?" Simon looked at the book he was holding. "Anything in there?"
---
Alice turned around, frightened.
"Do you know River Tam?" She managed to ask in a small voice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 4:47 am
"I'm afraid I don't," Book replied, gesturing at the Bible. "She got over that phase of quoting the Bible a month ago, though."
Ignoring Simon's advice, he knelt down before the girl and tried to catch a glance at her eyes.
"If we're right in supposing she's a reader, I'd say what's wrong with her isn't in this room at all."
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Bernadette crossed her arms and glanced away.
"You should know her better than I do," she muttered. "She was a pretty doll, though she moved more than you do. She hurt and cried and died in this room, because of this room. She wants us out, and we should because she knows what they'll do to us."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:32 am
River suddenly changed modes. She went from flailing and trying to shout to imaginary people to straitbacked, eyes wide open, rigid. She hardly moved, until her mouth formed the words who are you but no sound came from her throat. She reached with her brain to "the tall and the small" and asked again who are you...
She alsmot didn't dare to breathe.
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"I don't know River Tam" Alice dropped her head, still using the mysterious girl's last name. "Was she a doll? Did you play with her? Like my dolly?" She pointed to her keepsake on her bed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 1:11 pm
Bernadette frowned.
"A doll is not a toy," she said as gently as she could manage. "People play with her, but they shouldn't-"
Who are you? The tall and the small?
"The doll in the bedroom," she murmured, her eyes sliding out of focus as her mind brought new, clearer images than anything around her. Thin but healthy, hair stringy but pretty, eyes wide and fearful, but lovely. "She got away, and she doesn't know how to fix what they lost, because the toymaker can't interfere in the matters of puppets..."
I am the tall. Bernadette Weaver. You're like me but... not. They took Christmas from you. I was born with a poor Christmas, and then it ran away on its own."
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