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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:57 pm
VESPER [ vesper ooc thread
Ves·per (vĕs'pər)
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A bell that summons worshipers to vespers.
The evening star, especially Venus.
The period between afternoon and nighttime. Evening.
When chemicals control your mind and thinking, when a tyrannical government watches your every move, when you must worship the government or die, when books are banned and history is edited, you know that you are standing in the large area governed by the party Whitefyre. You know it by the silver circle with the red disk in the centre. You know it by the television and the indoctrination they call "FyreKids", the cartoon network. You know it by the fact that freedom is but a memory.
Vesper.
It's only a word, but it might be the very word. Vesper holds memories, and it might tear the carefully puppetted government of 97.2% of the world down.
Vesper
But it might be the very symbol of the ultimate betrayal, the ultimate deceit, and the struggle of a lifetime.
Vesper.
Because you and fifteen others are the only ones who can think for themselves. It begins with a park at 5:39 PM, then escalades to midnight meetings, and then the ultimate.
Vesper.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:59 pm
BACKGR0UND iNF0RMATi0N
H0W WHiTEFYRE CAME T0 P0WER
In 2010, North Korea and Iran, as well as other, smaller countries, ganged up, for want of a better word. On the United States. N. Korea launched a devastating nuclear attack.
Well, it really wasn't devastating. But it was embarrassing. That a country as large as America could fall because of one nuke. And it threw America into a pit of havoc. True havoc. Because now, no one was safe. Chaos might have been the better word.
But then, in 2015, a party titled Whitefyre came to power. They promised safety and security, across the globe. Their platform was screwed and biased, and they weren't right, but America and every other country was so messed up they didn't care. Here was a party that might change the world.
Might.
THEiR TWiSTED G0VERNMENT
Because Whitefyre was so obsessed with people tearing down their carefully crafted government, they took to banning things. They got ban-happy. And so, they banned books. They banned the telly. They banned the radio. The internet. And then they edited history. Because they thought they were gods. And they weren't.
This aroused questions. Restarting the years (making 2015 year I, 2016 year II, or written as 2, making the current year, 2056 year 41) really didn't help them. Because people needed to wonder. And Whitefyre really was too tyrannical to think otherwise.
And the government escalated and became more controlling.
Until David Frasher came along.
DAViD FRASHER AND THE CHEMiCAL VESPER
David Frasher was your everyday scientist. Right?
Not right.
He was the one who invented a mind altering chemical. Given in an injection, it could be used to control thoughts. Say that you put in the word "crack" so the user can't think about it. When the word is said, the user falls into a stupor for the next...three or so minutes. And the user cannot comprehend it.
The drug, titled Vesper, for it was created at 5:39 at night, was meant for those with OCD. But that's not what happened.
Whitefyre took it...and ran.
The following things cannot be thought if the injection is given:
- rebellions
- spreading propaganda
- wondering about history
- evolution
- the fact that Whitefyre really needs to do some revamping
- et cetra
But there are the sixteen who can think differently...
EVERYDAY LiFE
Vesper made it so many of the items Whitefyre previously banned are not banned anymore. Take the telly.
Four channels. FyreNews, FyreShop, FyreKids, and FyreExert.
FyreNews is your news network. Shop is the home shopping channel, FyreExert the sports and nutrition channel.
But FyreKids is different. Whitefyre spliced cartoon frames to convince the watchers that they had to join the militia at age fifteen, that they had to support Whitefyre and kill the nonconformists.
It is, in all bluntness, an indoctrination ceremony for hate crimes.
School begins at the age of five. They progress through what we would. College is a different story.
In order to get into college, you must be at least nineteen. You must score at least in the 70th percentile on the FyreAcademy Test. And you must go through an interview, in which you discuss what you plan on doing.
With all that, it's a wonder any kid goes to - or wants to - go to college.
Food is regulated. A family, which can only consist of FIVE a household, receives one crate every two weeks of food. Everyone gets the same pay. Sixty thousand for a married couple with children. No children, fifty thousand. No marriage but over eighteen, forty thousand. College graduates receive five extra grand.
Life isn't pretty any more. There are no pretty pictures.
At all.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:01 pm
TERMS AND C0NDiTi0NS
0N LiTERACY/P0STAGE
Please have a nice grasp on the English language. Adjectives and adverbs would be nice.
I would like it if you posted once every ten days.
Please post in font size 9 to 12.
If a post is edited, please put somewhere that it is edited.
Choose a colour to post in. And please...don't change it.
I judge a post by it's quality, not it's quantity. So if you write two beautiful paragraphs, as that is the minimum, that's great. If you write seven beautiful paragraphs, that's also great. But if you write two downright shitty paragraphs or seven repetitive paragraphs, that's not okay and will result in a PM.
If you have writer's block, post in the OOC thread.
And follow ALL Gaia ToS. They aren't there for a reason. And no PM!Cybering. What fun.
0N Y0UR APPLiCATi0N
The minute you send me your application, VIA PRIVATE MAIL, I assume that you have read every post that I have put up. If you haven't, it's the Black!List for you.
I reserve the right to tell you that I don't think your profile meets my standards. But I'm a pretty pragmatic person and I don't tend to do that.
I did not make the profile format for my health. Use it.
0N MY AUTH0RiTY
I am the owner of this thread. I created this thread. And I, Secreta84, did my research. I read the books, and I thought up this roleplay.
On that note, all things covered in the BackgroundInformation ARE probable. They may not happen in yours or my lifetimes, but they may.
The chemical Vesper?
Certainly.
Many of this is a figment of my imagination, such as the program FyreKids, but many of this is not. I have done my research. And, in turn, you must do yours. Please read all my info.
That's all I ask.
And I, in turn, reserve the right to kick you out if you haven't done your research.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:04 pm
PR0FiLE F0RMAT [imgleft]www.0NEand0NLYpictureinIMG.com[/imgleft][b][size=11][color=#007aff]a p p e a r a n c e[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10]Extra links go here. If you don't have a picture, put a description here and delete the IMGLEFT part. [/size]
[b][size=11][color=#007aff]n a m e[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10]First and last name. Middle optional. Nickname goes here as well.[/size]
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[b][size=11][color=#007aff]h e i g h t[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10]This is so hard.[/size]
[b][size=11][color=#007aff]w e i g h t[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10]A dur.[/size]
[b][size=11][color=#007aff]e y e s[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10]Eye colour, that is. HERE is where you put down if they wear glasses.[/size]
[b][size=11][color=#007aff]w e a k n e s s e s[/color][/b] [color=#00ff3d]+[/color] [/size] [size=10] Yeah. 5 plus sentences. And no little flaws like biting your nails. [/size]
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:21 pm
ACCEPTED PR0FiLES
 a p p e a r a n c e + -- n a m e + Katherine "Katie" Schofield-Giovanni a g e + Fourteen (September 16, 1992/Virgo) h e i g h t + Five feet three w e i g h t + 129 lbs. e y e s + Grayish purplish bluish w e a k n e s s e s + Katie's human. And being human gives her weaknesses.
Major weaknesses.
Primarily, Katie lies. Chronically. She lies about the big things. She lies about the little things. And she lies so much she can't distinguish truth from fiction. Katie grew up in a world of lies, and she doesn't know anything different.
Katie also has the worst temper on this side of the Mississippi. It flares up at any given moment and doesn't cool down for ages. Her tounge lashes out at any unsuspecting denzien, and she doesn't care whom. Katie argues constantly, and needless to say, she's good at it.
Katie's good at arguing because she lies to get the point across. p e r s o n a l i t y + Katie is all she is, and that, my friend, is Katie. With a temper hot as lightning and a tendency to argue and lie, Katie isn't the kind of girl you make best friends with. In retrospect, she's isn't the type you gossip with, pass notes to, cheat off of, or anything. Instead, you silently watch Katie's existence.
Although Katie has a short temper, when it is not flared, she has a tendency to fade into the background. Katie's just there, the girl that made that argument in math class a few weeks back. Katie's not timid or shy.
Katie's just waiting. Waiting for the moment.
Whenever it comes. h i s t o r i a + Born to Emma Schofield and Jon Giovanni (who combined their names to get Schofield-Giovanni), Katie had had it nicely.
But just because she had it nice didn't mean she appreciated it.
To the contrary. Katie is always a bit narcississtic and selfish, and her childhood was no different. Send little Katie off to kindergarten in a smart jumper and tights, and come home to find her tights ripped, her shoes in LaLaLand, and her jumped wrinkled and dirtied. Katie had gotten into a fight.
Primarily, Katie got into a fight because she disagreed with what others thought. It was, as was everything with Katherine Louise Schofield-Giovanni, because she did not have Vesper running around in her system.
Why?
Because on Katie's birthday, a particular militia general suffered a nasty dog bite while he taunted the poor thing with steak. In turn, the dog bit his arm and the general was rushed to the hospital. Katie was soon forgotten.
As always. m i f a m i l i a e s + Emma Schofield-Giovanni ~ Mother ~ 42
Jonathan "Jon" Schofield-Giovanni ~ Father ~ 45
Lily Schofield-Giovanni ~ Sister ~ 9
Tatiana Schofield ~ Maternal Grandmother ~ 77 m y t r a d e m a r k + #006fff t h e p u p p e t m a s t e r + Secreta84  a p p e a r a n c e + -- n a m e + Lyric Demna a g e + Fourteen (July 19, 1992/Cancer) h e i g h t + Five feet one. w e i g h t + 95 lbs. e y e s + Emerald Green. w e a k n e s s e s + Lyric is quick on her feet, small-framed, and elite, but just like everyone else, she isn't perfect. Often times, she underestimates her enemy. She can fend for herself, but is known to get in over her head. She looks small, and... she is small but she is, no doubt, strong and of sound mind. p e r s o n a l i t y + She is normally very timid, but she stands up for her friends and herself when need be. She likes to spend time a lone, but enjoys being with her friends. Vesper ruined her family life and now she set out to find the few others who can also think for themselves. Being small, she learned to keep herself protected by not telling her whole life's story to every traveler she meets. She normally carries an electric guitar with her, on her back. She likes to play it in their downtimes. She's normally friendly, also. h i s t o r i a + Vesper caused the downfall of her family/home life. Finding her family too difficult to deal with, now that they accepted what they were told, she left home. But, as she left home the military moved in and killed them, while searching for her. Now, familyless... she searches for the others who can think freely. She taught herself to fight, and has become very good with her personal sais. m i f a m i l i a e s + Taylor Demna ~ father~ died at 36
Rihana Demna ~ mother ~ died at 34
Amaya Demna ~ twin ~ died at 12 m y t r a d e m a r k + green t h e p u p p e t m a s t e r + Kala-El  a p p e a r a n c e + (Just for fun, I‘ll discribe her looks already shown in the picture!) Harra has pitch black hair that reaches a few inches past her shoulders, and dark brown eyes. Her hair is usually held in a strict bun, and her eyes hold lifeless-seeming look in them, well, that‘s what people see at first, if they stop to look a second time, her eyes show everything, from her greatest joy (not very common) to her greatest sorrow (quite often, really…) Her figure is pretty average, not thin, not fat, nothing more, really… n a m e + Harra Amazon Rachel Romana Arial (no, she is not a Mary Sue, her five names spell out her first name, that’s why they’re all there!) If you‘re a VERY close friend, you‘ll call her Ray, but not very often, if you‘re a boy who‘s really in love with her, you‘ll call her Ri (Ree), and if you‘re neither of them, and want to be murdered, go right ahead and use either one.
a g e + Harra is 15 years of age (Birthday, April 23rd, 2041, or, in this case, year 36, her Zodiac is Taurus, the Bull.
h e i g h t + 5‘3“ w e i g h t + 135 lbs, as I said, pretty average. e y e s + She has very dark brown eyes, sometimes, people claim they‘re red rimmed. Also, they work like mirrors, quite literally, if you look close enough, you can see yourself reflected in her eyes. w e a k n e s s e s + Harra has several depression issues, as well as violence ones. She is prone to biting, and cutting herself. She fluently lies, about several things, herself, cutting class, that sort of thing. Also, she is known to smuggle books as much as she can. Since then, she has no idea what‘s true and what isn‘t. She claims she isn‘t from this world, but another, one filled with Magic, and wonderful things, and people fight, for no reason. She is very unstable, and the slightest thing can unsettle her, you wouldn‘t want to be near her in the middle of an anxiety attack. p e r s o n a l i t y + Harra is violent, to put it bluntly. Violent, depressed, depressing, that sort of thing. However, Harra strives to be very intellectual, she wants to go to college, and lead a very good life. However, her hatred of Whitefyre Government could meddle in her plans. Whatever she plans to do, she will stop at nothing to get through with her plans. Stopping Whitefyre is one of them! She is pretty good at maintaining friendships, and making them can be easy enough, that is, if people look beyond the outer shell. Her thoughts on dating? “Boys are meant to… well… I don‘t know what they‘re meant for, girls, I suppose… but they‘re not meant for me! I‘ll give you that!” In other words, she‘s cynical about the existence of love, but she is pretty prone to falling in it, well, sooner or later she will be. h i s t o r i a + Harra gerw up in an Adoption Center of sorts. She lived her first 15 years there, constantly reading anything she could find; sapping information from everyone like leeches, well, worse, actually… She ran away at 15, however, and spends most of her time at school, spending extra hours there, or at the park, where she lives. The same park is where she met all the others, the one‘s she calls “equal intellectuals.” Somehow, all her life, she has escaped the injection, which was much a relief to her. m i f a m i l i a e s + Harra hasn‘t a family, she grew up in the Adoption Center, how sad… m y t r a d e m a r k + Black (Default) t h e p u p p e t m a s t e r + Harra_Wizen mrgreen  a p p e a r a n c e + It would appear that with her sandy hair, pale skin and gray eyes she could blend in. Unfortunately, her height makes this rather hard, but she has other ways to deal with that... n a m e + Birth Name: Sarah Rucait - Fugitive Name: Chris Autara. Some rules about the name Chris: add a y and die, add an a and you pay, add a "teen" and you scream. (Just warning you.)
a g e + Fifteen (April 2/Aries) h e i g h t + 5'8" (See what I mean?) w e i g h t + 143 lbs e y e s + Light gray, with another color that you can never identify
w e a k n e s s e s + Paranoid, insatiable curiosity and brutally truthful (except to the government. She looooves lying to the government) Chris has a haunted past, and it rubs off on the way she acts. Her previous life was ruined by the lies of the government, and she sometimes takes her efforts to be truthful a little too far. She has lost many companions because of this. Also, Chris always wants to learn more, and her curiosity never seems to be satisfied. Finally, whenever doing something, Chris takes precautions that would seem extremely paranoid to you or me. But look at it this way: If you'd been what she'd been through, seen what she'd seen, and knew what she knew, you probably would be paranoid too. p e r s o n a l i t y + Chris is the kind of person that never stops thinking. It doesn't matter what it is, she just never stops. If someone ever asks her what she's thinking about they immediately regret that they did (remember, she rarely lies.) She is also is very skilled at keeping a cool head. This might be because of her unique skills (more on that later). Also, she is not someone who would stare at the sky and only wonder why it was blue. She'd look at the sky, wonder why it was blue, and then take as long as it took to find out the answer and not stop until she found the answer. But now days, she is withdrawn, never shares her thoughts with anyone, and can be vicious and sarcastic those she doesn't know. h i s t o r i a + When Whitefyre encountered Sarah Rucait in their search for future government positions, they were stunned. Her skill with technology was completely unheard of, and she hadn't even started school. They realized that this potential knowledge and skill would be invaluable, so they took her off and began her training immediately. At Whitefyre, she was personally trained by technology experts, and was given access to the data banks, a privilege only given to those in the government. Sarah absorbed the information in the banks rapidly, and excelled in her classes, deliriously happy with all this knowledge. It continued like this for years, but then something happened. She surpassed her teachers, and the info banks dried up. Unconvinced that there was no more information in the bank, she investigated and discovered something that would start the end of her first life. She discovered the forbidden files; the files of the past. At first she was to stunned too believe any of what it said. But then it dawned on her that the history and science was true. Not only was there that, but stories that took her to far away lands, and unlocked places in her heart and mind that she never knew existed. And Sarah started thinking thoughts that vesper would never allow. But they had never given her the vaccination, and there was no way they could stop it. And then the day came. She was looking through the files when she stumbled upon the true meaning of Whitefyre and vesper. As she read the entry with increasing horror, she realized that she had never been a student, but a stooge. When she was closing the file, an alarm suddenly went off. She managed to get away, but her parents wern't so lucky. The were captured by Whitefyre and any and all memories they had of her were erased. Only returning to Whitefyre to get the materials for her mission, she left her old life and began a new one. On that day she ceased to be Sarah Rucait, the tool that would move Whitefyre forward, and became Chris Autara, the rebel that would bring Whitefyre down. m i f a m i l i a e s + John Rucait, 51(brainwhashed by Whitefyre)
Helga Rucait, 45 (brainwhashed by Whitefyre)
m y t r a d e m a r k + Dark blue. t h e p u p p e t m a s t e r + Arana_Kamina a p p e a r a n c e + -- n a m e + Flavia Pandora Marcella a g e + Fourteen (February 28/Pisces) h e i g h t + Five feet six w e i g h t + 149 pounds e y e s + Green w e a k n e s s e s + Flavia is a tad selfish. She makes deals that benefit herself. She'd sell her soul to Hades himself if it would net her personal gain. Flavia is one to lie if it helps her. Not exactly compassionate, Flavy takes her shity past and uses it as a crutch. Although Flavia has a soft side, her need to be right makes it completely irrelevant.
Flavia is, when not lying, since you never know, incredibly, brutally honest. It hurts, and she shrugs it off. It's life, you know? p e r s o n a l i t y + Flavia is not dumb. She is not smart. She's Flavia.
And being Flavia entails many things. First and foremost, Flavy is the absent minded professor. She loses things at the drop of a hat, her mind immersed in her piano music. Flavia's piano is her essence, and it dominates her mind. Creative, Flavy needs freedom like she needs air. And she needs air. Flavia also is convinced she is on top. Suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder, Flavia pulls out her hair, one strand at a time, when something causes her stress or doesn't match. She'll count things time and time again, convinced it isn't right. She'll wash her hands until they're red and raw.
But she's still right. h i s t o r i a + Flavia was the child her parents doted on. After years of trying, Flavy was their result. The picture perfect life...
Or not.
After Callum and Lucy became fed up with their daughter Flavia, they decided another, more norma child might calm their nerves. And when Flavy was ten, they had Violeta.
Sadly, this was marred by Callum's murder. It was brutal.
Soon after, Lucy Marcella married Marcus Pulizzeri, the exact same man, unbeknownst to Lucy, who killed Callum. He believed everything was for the man, the kids shut up, and the woman did everything.
Someday, though, Flavia's going to have her revenge.
Someday... m i f a m i l i a e s + Lucy Marcella - Mother - 45
Callum Marcella - Father - Murdered at 41
Marcus Pulizzeri - Stepfather - 46
Violeta Marcella - Sister - 4 m y t r a d e m a r k + #45f800 t h e p u p p e t m a s t e r + Secreta84
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:26 pm
BLACKLiST, GREYLiST, AND THE LiMELiST THE LiMELiST
People who helped me out somehow go here.
I could put infinite masses on here, but I haven't the room. So the truly spectaculars go here.
THE GREYLiST
These are the people that I have given warnings to, whether it be for no postage, shity postage, or just n00bish-ness.
THE BLACKLiST
I hate using this, but I have to.
All the people that really, really pissed me off.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 1:30 pm
THE CREDiTS, THE UPDATES, AND THE SETTiNG
I would like to give credit to George Orwell for writing 1984 and giving me the idea.
I would also like to give credit to James Canton for writing The Extreme Future.
UPDATES
This thread has been opened on 12 December 2006.
As of today, 13 December 2006, our member listing consists of:
Katherine "Katie" Schofield-Giovanni (Played by Secreta84)
Lyric Demena (Played by Kala-El)
Harra Amazon Rachel Romana Arial (Played by Harra_Wizen)
There are sixteen slots in total. Did I mention generals and such are NPC's? Well, they are.
There are three members currently and two spots on reserve.
This makes eleven spots in total.
As of 15 December 2006, I have named my very good friend Harra_Wizen co-owner of this guild, for she joins nearly all my roleplays and is a truly dynamic person.
This means Harra reserves a right to tell you something is wrong with your post, something is wrong with your profile, et cetera, et cetera.
If you have any questions about the plot, ask me. More general: ask Harra.
SETTiNG
Right now, the time is 5:10 Central Standard Time.
In the evening.
The date is 5 November.
Your character can do anything they wish.
BUT at 5:39, they must be at Rolling Gardens Park.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 3:43 pm
(I love the idea... great job. My char is Lyric by the way. I sent you my profile.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:21 pm
RESERVED F0R P0SSiBLE FUTURE USAGE
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 1:23 pm
RESERVED F0R P0SSiBLE FUTURE USAGE
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 2:10 pm
K a t i e always crashed the car Katherine Louise Schofield-Giovanni sat on her bed, lazily thumbing through a magazine. Her bare feet dangled off the edge of her small, twin bed, her grey eyes wandering periodically from the printed pages. A slender hand rose to brush caramel-coloured locks from her eyes, and in doing so she knocked the magazine off the edge of the bed.
"s**t!" Katie proclaimed as she leaned over to retreive it. Flipping to the page she was reading, she scoffed at the lies that Whitefyre was spinning like thread on a wheel. They said that "joining the militia was a positive experience". They said that "Whitefyre saved the world". They said, in all bluntness, that they had created a utopia.
Katie thought different. Au contraire, she mused to herself as she violently flipped a flimsy page. A utopia, all right, she muttered. Oh sure. Like forcing adolescents to join a brutal and demeaning military program was utopian.
Furiously, Katie stood up to retreive her dictionary - a precious talisman for the word omnivore. Whitefyre had completely and utterly taken the word out of context.
Violently flipping through waxy pages, Katie found what she was looking for.
u·to·pi·a (yū-tō'pē-ə)
noun
1. An ideally perfect place, especially in its social, political, and moral aspects.
Ideal? Perfect? Was that saying that Whitefyre thought their moral aspects were ethical? Who were these monsters that were governing Katie and so many others?
Then, Katie looked down.
2. An impractical, idealistic scheme for social and political reform.
A scheme.
A sham.
That was all it was. A lie.
Katie threw the dictionary across the room, where it hit a photograph of her parents on their wedding day. Katie didn't care. She was sick of her parents. Sick of Lily. Sick of Grandma Charlotte. Sick of it all.
Because whilst Katie could think for herself, they couldn't. It had taken Katie fourteen years to understand it, but now, she realised as she stood on her bed, fuming, she had something they didn't. For once, for Katie was alwas the underdog, always the one with the underhand. And for once, Katie held power in her small little hand. She held it.
It gave Katie a thrill, a rush. She jumped up eagerly, as if for nothing, and then collapsed on her bed. Katie glanced at the dictionary and the bent picture of Emma and Jon.
Katie shrugged. It didn't really matter.
Letting a smile cross her face, Katie returned to her magazine, looking at the pages that described the militia.
"Shaving heads makes young feel as if they are nothing and can do anything," Katie read mockingly. "Bullshit," she muttered. "I'll never join. I won't submit to that...that...hogwash!" Katie finished hurriedly.
But, Katie realised as the horrid thought came over her, what if my parents do?
((Your posts may be in third or first. I just am used to third.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:21 pm
I sat in the middle of the park, no reason, just wanted to, I was reading a magazine that encouraged joining the Miltia, ah, how foolish... "Nope, never going to happen... if they don't let me use blades, I 'ent joining! Besides, I have the right life right here..." I smile at the large sum of money in my pocket, I had a talent for robbing banks using the injection Whitefyre used for controlling the thoughts of most people. I must have been immune to it, I got the vaccine like everyone else, but 'spreading propaganda' had no effect on me! Overjoyed, I learned the word's effect on others, and regulary robbed the banks with it, only enough to live on for a week, though, I wasn't greedy!
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poetic pink flamingos! Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:19 pm
K a t i e gave you a bloody nose
Katie was interuppted from her rage by Lily's signature knock on her door. "Come in," Katie said wanly, "before I punch you in the nose," she added under her breath. Today, Katie had no patience for her sister.
Lily burst in, throwing her arms out like rays of sunshine. Katie looked up. "What the ******** did you do to your hair?" she asked her disgustedly. She raised an eyebrow as she eyed Lily's hair, now cut boy short in what seemed to be a buzz, one milimeter a way from shaved off, whilst earlier it had been long, thick, and not...the way it was now.
Lily smiled and shrugged. "Kat-ie, I want to join the militia when I'm fifteen, and I'm doing my hair the way they all do. You really should, too. Mom would do your hair like this too!" Lily bounced on her heels happily, and then her face hardened. "But anyways, Kath-er-ine, Mom says you better 'get your damned a**' downstairs for dinner."
Katie scoffed. "Not hungry," she snapped dismissively. Katie didn't bother with the first remark. She waved her hand. "I have no patience for you today, Lily. I really can't stand people who are several degrees thicker than a cretin. LIKE YOU." Katie leaned back so her head hit the wall. "Now leave, cretin."
Lily frowned. "Mom's going to ki-ll you, Katherine." She shrugged."Hey, it's your funeral." Lily turned on her heel and left Katie alone.
That was a good thing. Albeit, Katie was hungry, but seeing Lily so easily brainwashed was killing her inside. Besides, Katie reasoned, wasn't the girl too old for FyreKids? Wasn't she?
Katie shook her head as she looked at the magazine again. Standing up, she felt her heartbeat rising rapidly. The world seemed to spin around her, like it was crumbling down and she was watching it fall.
Because, in reality, she was.
Katie grabbed onto her bedpost and shook her head vigorously. "I'm going to take a walk to the park," she said to no one in particular. "I'm going to Rolling Gardens or whatever the ******** it is."
And with that, Katherine Louise Schofield-Giovanni left her house for the relative safety of the outdoors.
Were, however, the outdoors really safe?
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:35 pm
I looked up to see a girl walking this way, "oh, dear me," I muttered, I already knew what people in the world were like: absolutely mindless... But, gthis girl seemed different, somewhat, she had more thoughts than the others, I'd give her that, she seemed a little rebellious, i liked that as well, I just turned back around to watch the birds, ah, I loved the birds, free to do as they wished, anytime at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:40 pm
"Lyric, honey, come back. Where will you go?" her mother called to her.
Lyric didn't answer she just kept running.
Lyric woke up in a cold sweat, remembering all that had happened on the day she ran away. When her mother, her father, and her sister were killed. She cursed herself silently, as she remembered how brutally her parents had been killed, because of her.
She tucked a strand of her pink hair behind her ear. A bold color that she chose after leaving home. She was tired of blending in, and being as small as she was, she was tired of going unnoticed. So, she died her hair pink and dressed differently than everyone else. She especially liked her partial gloves and black converse, which had gone out of style and had stopped being made many years back. Hers were in perfect condition and she was proud that she was the only person who had possession of a pair of converse.
She stepped out of the alleyway and into the park. The Rolling Gardens park. Few people were there at this time of day. She tightened her black, partial gloves and stretched out her hands.
She kept her bag close to her on her back, although no one would steal it. No one would even think to steal it. She laughed at herself for her thinking that someone could even try to take it and she loosened up a bit. She saw a girl watching the birds and another walking towards that girl.
They both seemed fairly free-spirited and different. She walked in their general direction, hoping that they were not mindless as well..
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