Earth- RP

spiritkoi • 30 April 2014 at 7:25 PM

I jumped up. "What do you want with me, with all of us? What do you need to "inform" us about?" My questions shot faster than a sailfish. My stance stiffened as the booming noise that was the man's laugh filled the tent.

"Don't worry, you, along with the others are here to save the Earth. We have to do away with any remaining pieces of society to let Earth rule again. Our plan is to first destroy Charlotte, then Jacksonville, and finally Houston. We will teach the people to live with nature, instead of against her. Although I don't know what your exact gift is, I know you have one. All eleven of you are needed."

He paused a moment, and all that he had said sank into my mind. Suddenly, I exploded.

"Me? I have no gift. I'm nothing but a girl, an ordinary, plain girl. Why would you need me? Nothing, nothing, nothing. I'm needed back home, not in some group that wants to save the world! I couldn't even help with morale support. Go ahead and leave me be." The words out loud stung more than in my head, each one cutting deeper and the worst thing was: It was all true.

My eyes were shut tight as I yelled and I ran to the exit. I thought I heard something other than the man but I didn't turn back. Then I hit someone with an omph. Who had I bumped into?

I looked to see someone I knew from my home. It was that boy... Magnus? I never payed attention to names.. I glanced behind me and gasped. Vines everywhere.

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First second page post. xP

poe • 11 June 2014 at 11:48 PM

@spiritkoi

As Pele sat around inside, she heard a voice - a female's - that was progressively getting louder. The voice sounded upset. She yelled, then fast steps.

Pele was pretty done with sitting around. She didn't know what she was here for. She didn't know why she had to sit in this tent. If they were going to leave her unattended, she was going to see herself out, and find out if that girl needed help. These people didn't strike her as the nice kind.

Upon exiting the tent, Pele immediately noticed a thick trail of vines. The vegetation looked as if it had been cultivated and thriving for years there. Judging by the location and the way it seemed to follow a specific path, it seemed as though it couldn't have been there long. Odd.

Pele followed it, distracted from her original intent, and found that it had led her to where she had aimed. A distraught girl stood in front of a surprised boy, vines haphazardly about them. She pushed through them, looking around in wonder. Suddenly, she remembered she had sort of just appeared, and Pele ought to introduce herself and ask if the girl was okay.

"Hi there... Er, these are some odd vines, huh?" Pele began, still curious about the peculiar vines. "Are you all right? It sounded like something was wrong. Oh, and my name's Pele, by the way."

Deleted • 14 June 2014 at 1:27 AM

@ skittlejg Is this alright? I'm not exactly sure pf the story line at this point.

A soft sound caught my attention. I struggled to connect it to a source though, my mind was still swimming from the blow to the head. Irrational thoughts bombarded my consciousness, I needed to get out, I needed to find the sound.

I tried to stand but a wave of dizziness overtook me and my knees buckled and gave way. An earthy taste filled my mouth as dirt spilled into my open mouth. I coughed and spat trying desperately to clear my mouth, and bringing a new wave of nausea as my head pounded again. I strained my ears. The soft murmur was still there. I untangled my limbs and stood once more, pressing a palm to my aching head. I made slow progress, taking one unbalanced step after another.

As I reached a wall, I slid one hand down it and looked up and for the first time realized that I was in a rather large tent. Wooden beams supported the structure of canvas. My heart began to race. Where on earth was I? I fumbled along the wall, desperately searching. I wanted so desperately to get out, I wanted to know where I was.

Then finally, I felt a seam and whipped open the flap revealing a large campsite, full of tents. My eyes darted about and instantly caught sight of a small group surrounded by green. Then it hit me, the murmur; it was talking. There were others, I wasn't alone. My head gave another ferocious pound and the world seemed to dip sideways and I tripped over my feet.

cirrus • 24 June 2014 at 1:03 AM

@mila_titan Yea, it's fine.
@poe @spiritkoi @jupiter_hollow @skylark
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When I get home I go directly to Mom and Jade.

"I have to talk to you," I say. "I... umm... met... this man who," I sigh. I know I'll have trouble persuading them this is safe and a good idea.

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I'm walking out of camp, my weapons back at my side, and going to get my other spear. I turn around when I hear a clatter. Everything has gone silent.

I turned around and cut through the vines with my spear while making it towards the shocked looking girl who created them. As I got near to her I put my hand on her shoulder.

"That's a pretty powerful gift. I think you should pay attention to what Nicolaus has to say."

spiritkoi • 24 June 2014 at 6:22 PM

I heard two other voices around me. A girl and a boy. I decided to answer the first.

"I'm fine." I looked at Pele and the boy. "My name is Eliza, but call me Liz." My hands shook as I began to stand straighter. I did this. I, who used to do nothing but forage.

She whipped around to look a the boy. "Maybe."

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My creativity has flown away on vacation.

poe • 25 June 2014 at 12:27 AM

"You... Created this?" Pele expressed in shock after hearing the young man begin spouting information about 'gifts' and someone named Nicolaus. She turned to the young man, distracted by this new information, and asked, "What do you mean, 'gifts'? And who's this Nicolaus?"

And Pele had thought getting kidnapped was the crazy part of her week.

jupiter_hollow • 29 June 2014 at 10:07 PM

Let's see what I can whip up after two months and then some without roleplaying...
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Densely organized, an orderly conga line of A-frames cut into the forest at the outskirts, debouching from the city layout's gridded matrix and dispersing among the trees. The years' worth of wear and tear had narrowed their appearance down to rusted shacks, but those buildings, however small, had been huts once and still served the conforming purpose. Naturally, they didn't count as housing units and as such weren't as visited, hence less affected by human presence than urban residences.
The formation had been a widely regarded hut resort, known for its close proximity to the original settlement, what with being situated uphill from it and slightly overlapping its eastern border. As followed, it had fresher air, cleaner water and what could've been a clear view of all directions, had it not been for the hermetically forrested area it was situated in.
Set well onto a hill, the resort encompassed all higher evelations, even the hill's summit, whereas the city dipped lower down. Architecturally, both were built along a steep incline but while the huts were short and stable in design, tall city flats tended to tilt at odd directions, often either dangerously close to crumpling or crumpled already. The dystopian cityscape was prevalent, he noted duly.

It was still dark out (an ungodly hour of the morning respectfully) when he settled in the small chair deposited out on the equally small balcony, coccooned in blanketing out of lack of anything warmer. With a semi-warm beverage palmed in his hand, Jack looked out to the landscape. Below him hung the lowland, filled by vast expanse of dense, lofty forest and river networks, with an insignificantly small city craddled in its silence. Tranquility didn't apply to the slightly upper situated regions, however, regardless of the hut resort practically being part of the city. The wind was audibly harsh in these parts, wistling past him as he sat. Disregarding it, he gazed upwards where the fields went up an incline and faded into whiteness, merging with the mountain's snowy breasts. Like a chain, the mountainous landscape encircled the lowland partially, stopping at the lip of a gorge where a river had forced its way through the summits and flooded the lowland's center into a lake. The clear water moved calmingly, remaining dark and untouched by sunlight even as the dawn advanced. It was 8 am and the majority of the landscape drowned in dimness.

Cornelia didn't wake up to sunshine either.
Inconsistent sleeping patterns regardless, the atmosphere was still dark and gloomy even well past noon. The resort was situated atop a high hill and even then, the impenetrable tree barrier wouldn't let any sun in. Their hut was located at the front rows, closer to the city, so they were essentially backlit into darkness for the better part of the day.
Mornings there were barely manageable for Jack, considering...

About an hour before noon, a matress spring cringed loudly in the bedroom and Jack poked his head back inside to eye his sister's motionless form sprawled on one of the beds. "'Nelia?" he incquired, waiting for a response. His sister liked sleeping in, but he was sure she still woke up earlier much like him. An inner sense of time had been something forced into them at an early age. Still, she had learned to ignore it.
A while passed in Cornelia feigning sleep and Jack eventually retracted himself back to the balcony, sipping on ice cold tea.
"Cornelia." he called discreetly, tucking himself further in his blanket and gathering loose ends that threatened to drag on the ground; then stood up and returned inside. The stream of whistling wind ceased when he closed the door and the sound of his scuttling footsteps filled the room.
"Cornelia..." He dropped off the blanket, crowding it on the bed carelessly before doing the same to the sleeping garments he discarded in favour of casual attire. The jeans, shirt and vest from yesterday would do, with a thick jacket overlayed. Wouldn't protect him from the cold still, but it was the best option.
"Nelly." He toed at the arm Cornelia had swung over the edge of the bed and rested on the ground. The fingers weakly twitched in response, only enough for a sharp nail to find its way to the intruder's skin, and he tugged his limb back quickly, hissing in pain. "Fine. Fine." Jack retreated gloomily, exiting the room.
"Cornelia!" he hollered from down the hall, heading towards the compact kitchen and living room combined to fix up a quick meal. The small space wasn't equipped properly, but contained the essentials, which worked, more or less. It was at the point of total anarchy in the kitchen (read: clanging utensils and plates without any plausible results) that Cornelia showed up, rumpled and crumpled and looking like death.
"Quiet." she droned out, still tugging her shirt into place and locomoting towards the kitchen table.
Jack rose from behind the tiny counter with a greasy pan. "I last called you half an hour ago, what took you this long!?" he retaliated with a high-pitched reprimand.
"No." she mumbled. "The noise woke me up."
Raising his eyebrow, the boy brought up his pan, accidentally bashing it in the edge of the counter in his eagerness to display it. "Oh, this?" he asked.
"Well, sorry. But I'm the more qualified in not poisoning us than you. I'm still cooking." pointedly flipping the spatula, Jack turned around to resume work as Cornelia sunk into a seat and leaned back passively, waiting. Meals were usually slow-paced and as such, allowed her time for silence while her brother was focused on making a meal. Much to one's surprise, the majority of the huts were connected to an emergency generator and as these rural areas hadn't been inhabited for a long time, it had resulted in an almost fully consistent flow of electricity (after some fixing up, of course). The hot plate did turn off occasionally, but Jack makedid despite the minor troubles. The lunch arrived on the table half an hour after noon, but was decent to compensate. Cornelia settled down and began eating in silence.
"Hey, Nelly." Silence was never the case at meals, however. She tuned him out as always. "Nelly? ...Uh ...So, everything that's happened lately. Climbing up here, you know. This place is nice. There's food, a regular income of water from rain, occasional electricity. I didn't like it at first, because you know I'm overly cautious about any location that isn't home and since that hasn't been an option lately, it's kind of gotten to me. Not as much as you of course. But it's getting better and, I mean you're talking."
"Hm?" Cornelia inquired, just now tuning in with the one-sided conversation and lifting her head. Jack paused, mid hand gesture, and pursed his lips in resignation, retracting his hands and enthusiasm, but smiled nevertheless.
"I said that you have been talking more lately."
Cornelia nodded, lowering her head, expression still blank and unchanged as it had been from beginning. Dismissing the rambles of a verbally unhelpful person such as her brother relieved some of her troubles. It saved her overthinking, spared the necessity of patience and the experience of second hand shame. He was godawful to listen to. However, he was trying his damnest. That much she acknowledged and respected, from afar.
"Yeah. We've been talking." she agreed.

"Yeah."

"...Yeah."

For a few more minutes the smile was maintained on his face before steadily melting off.

"Nelly, I think it's time to leave here." He knew she wouln't like the idea, but whatever warming up talk he had prepared slipped up spectacularly. Being left only with the direct line of offense unnerved him, but she had triggered the straight forwardness herself. Now, on her own turn, she also had no choice but to listen to his reasoning.

"No."
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@poe this enough for you, honey?

poe • 3 July 2014 at 2:09 AM

@skittlejg @spiritkoi @skylark @jupiter_hollow That is a lot. Lol I wrote a thing. And now people have arrived so you can now put Catalin wherever.


A faint sound, like that of a shoe barely scuffing concrete, caused Joshua to stop playing the viola. Now, if it had come from in front of him, it may not have been alarming because it would indicate movement from the singer; as it stood, the sound came from behind him. Joshua didn't know how he knew it was a little ways off, but he did. That fact was somehow not comforting.

Quickly and carefully, Joshua put the viola back in it's case and slung it back over his shoulder. Whoever was behind him had clearly caught on, because Joshua now heard distinctive footsteps moving closer. Two people. Moving fast.

The sound frayed Joshua's nerves and he ran. It may have been an apocalypse, but he wasn't ready to die today. In spite of that, the footfalls were rapid and sounded right behind him. A hand gripped his arm tightly, wrenching him out of his run. Joshua stumbled backward a step, and before he could react, a hand covered his mouth and nose with a rag. He was out before he could even feel smothered.

When he regained consciousness, Joshua felt the ground, cold, under him, then his eyes, though closed, registered light. He had no clue where he was or when it was, but he was sure he was not on the highway anymore.