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Post by Elli on May 21, 2009 15:17:50 GMT -6
Okay, this roleplay is different... I did once with a friend and have his permission to use it, so here I go!
Plot: The Earth has changed. Overpopulation made it difficult to live and crowded, the countryside non-existent until a grand scientist by the name of Albert Einstein Fredrik (it's safe to say that he changed his middle name) discovered Senestoplasm, or Floan as it has been nicknamed. Floan is a wonderful substance that makes bridges from one place to another. Only, these bridges don't go over a body of water... they go over vast distances to another planet... creating that planet to habital for humans.
This made Albert Fredrik very popular, and soon colonies where created on multiple planets, quickly solving Earth's over-population problem. All they needed was a 'receptor' tower on the planet needed to be connected, and another tower somewhere on Earth to connect with the similar tower. The towers are always habitated by multiple Floan 'beings' creatures that were discovered along with the Floan. They have lovingly picked up the name Floan, and take care of each tower.
Most have gone on journeys to each planet, the Floan creatures working hard to figure out a faster way to transport. Soon people can just travel the the respective tower and go along the bridge, getting there in only a few hours. Towers started to pop up everywhere, some planets having about one hundred towers each.
Soon people can't think about life without Senestoplasm and the Floans, and most are just blisfully enjoying their life, taking vacations to planets, or moving to a different planet every so many years. It seems like life is perfect, but some know the truth.
The truth that the Senestoplasm and the Floans are not what they seem to be and that they are not safe with them around. Those who know this can never settle down... they must be constantly moving around, watching their backs for the demons of their nights...
So this is where I leave you. You can choose to be completly ignorant or to be hooked in on the secret. Or to change opinions during the roleplay.
Setting: On a beach somewhere on Earth. It's a beautiful day and everyone is out on some other planet... well not everyone.
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Post by Elli on May 21, 2009 16:18:20 GMT -6
Tria pushed off quickly, and was soon quickly streaming across the beach, enjoying the nice day. She pushed a loose brown strand of hair behind her ear quickly turning and coasting back the other way. To most she was just going down a strip of scenerary and relaxing.
In reality she was thinking... and thinking hard. She could see a tower off in the distance, her next goal, but she felt like it was too soon after the last one and too close. She really wasn't watching where she was going, just directing the hoverboard to go in a straight line back and forth. This was her way of pacing.
Quickly she was in relax mode, her mind working away to figure out what to do with her time if she was going to waste, or to go ahead with her plan, or even to change her plans. It was just so frustrating!
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Post by spirogs on May 21, 2009 19:17:13 GMT -6
"her plan" Very intriguing =D I may just join this one =] Humans only, right? I'll be thinking of a character.
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Post by Elli on May 21, 2009 19:55:15 GMT -6
((Lol, you can be whatever you want to, it is after all a scifi and it involves other planets, so if you want to create a alien race, be my guest.))
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Post by Hayleigh on May 21, 2009 22:30:47 GMT -6
(( *pops up into Elli's room* I come in peace...hehehe))
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Post by Elli on May 21, 2009 22:39:36 GMT -6
((Lol, you should join... *nods*))
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Post by Hayleigh on May 21, 2009 22:59:39 GMT -6
(( I got to think of a charry))
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Post by Daeiel on May 22, 2009 6:21:14 GMT -6
"You really cannot be serious."
Rhiannon Sphynx looked up at her human friend while standing, impertinently, on her hands. "I am quite serious, Jason. Now, if you don't mind..."
The Felineas bent her arms at the elbows, her body rigidly vertical, before springing upwards, completing four backflips, all in perfect pike position, two twists, impeccably timed, and landing, perfectly balanced, her arms raised upwards in a victorious salute.
"HA!!" jeered the alien, "I can SO do it!"
Jason, his eyebrows risen far above the norm, clapped his hands twice in mock adoration. "Bravo, Rhia, bravo...."
Rhiannon's ears, both black-and-white-patched, flicked back against her strawberry-gold pony tail, one hand petulantly resting on one hip, the other irritably swinging her cat's-tail around in lazy loops. "Aren't you clever..."
Jason cracked an easy smile. "Yes, yes I am..."
The Felineas couldn't hold any anger against him, against his blonde hair and fantastic grey-blue eyes. The cat-humanoid could only laugh, before the sand in her bikini became too vexing to tolerate any longer. "The bad thing about the beach is the sand..."
Jason strode over to the frustrated cat-girl, his head a little tilted in an expression of mild confusion. "I thought cats hated water..."
Rhiannon looked up at him, her face skewed up in mild irritation. "Shut up."
Jason cracked a positively brilliant smile that indicated he was going to do no such thing.
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Post by Elli on May 23, 2009 19:16:37 GMT -6
Tria was making yet another pass, when something told her to look up. Right in front of her was a Felineas and a guy. A mutter of crap under her breath was all that would suffice as she urged the hoverboard to make a sharp curve so she wouldn't hit the two in front of her. Instead of obeying the hoverboard tipped a little too much, and off Tria. Ending up in a sprawled out mess on the sand groaning.
Mentally she went through the check list for her body... arms, check; legs, check; right ankle is hurting some; no cuts (Earth is majorly clean now); head, check, definitely no concussion... she'd double check later; and her neck was fine. She waited a moment, moving her right foot in circles wincing as her ankle throbbed. She hoped for the best and that she just rolled it... a sprained or broken ankle would not help her out at all.
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Post by Daeiel on May 23, 2009 21:29:24 GMT -6
Rhiannon jumped, her legs tucked well in, as the hair lining her elbows and thighs shot straight up, her mouth open in a shocked hiss.
Jason, on the other hand, ran right towards the accident, dropping down to face the sprawled girl.
"Dude, you okay? That was one hell of a spill!"
Rhiannon landed, poised for the attack, before smoothing down her hair patches and rushing to Jason's side. "Are you okay are you okay are you okay? Oh, my God, you're not hurt, are you?"
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Post by Elli on May 23, 2009 21:41:13 GMT -6
Tria raised a hand for a moment to stop the barage of questions. She sat up a moment, shaking her head for as if to shake something off. "I'm fine..." She tried smiling, she never really was a people person, whatever that meant.
She tried to stand up, but right when she put weight on her right ankle, it caved. "Shit..."
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Post by Hayleigh on May 27, 2009 9:03:33 GMT -6
Abigail left her little cottage to go sit by the shore. Her shorts and bikini top showing off her tanned stomach. The sand was squishing between her toes as she walked to the shore and the wind blew her curly brown hair around her face.
Sitting down where the waves would reach up to her toes she thought about her family. Where are they? Are they safe? Were they thinking about her at the moment? Would she ever find them? As the thoughts ran through her mind a tear drop dropped down her cheek.
Abigail could hear voices a little while away. It seemed like three people were doing something and kind of being loud about it. I wonder if someone is injured? Thinking of this she got up and started their way.
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Post by Daeiel on May 30, 2009 21:06:11 GMT -6
"Okay, that means you're hurt..."
Jason was unphased, not even the slightest bit perturbed at her usage of vulgarity, as his arms, well-bronzed by the sun, scooped her up, Rhiannon bobbing anxiously alongside.
"Oh, oh! I'll go get help, I will, okay? All right?" Rhia's pupils, slit as a cat's were, opened wide in fear, absorbing far more sunlight than was necessary. But, still, this girl was hurt, and needed Rhiannon's full cooperation in assuring that she would be all-right.
"Whatever, Sphynx, just go..."
Rhiannon nodded, pivoted on one clawed foot, and began sprinting down the beach. Jason only used her last name when he was extremely serious, so, this situation must mean a great deal to him. Rhia vaulted over an umbrella shading lazy sun-bathers, landing, quite balanced, once again in a full-on sprint, looking for anyone with a bandage and a packet of ice.
The concession stand caught her attention; her ears flicked backwards in determination as she raced towards its gaudily-coloured window.
"I need some ice, please, in a plastic baggie, if you don't mind!"
The boy behind the counter glanced at her half-heartedly. "What? Just ice? I can't, like, fix you a drink?"
Rhia slammed her palms on the counter-top, her nostrils dilating as she strained every bone in her body for some patience. "Yes, please, just ice. A girl got hurt, and I....we... think something's wrong with her ankle."
"Wrong?" questioned the boy, still not lifting a finger.
"Yes, wrong," snapped Rhia, "As in, she can't walk. I'd say that was wrong, wouldn't you?"
The boy threw up his hands, retrieved a baggie, and shoveled in a bit of ice. "Here."
"Thank you very much," replied Rhia, meaning it truly. After all, though it had taken him a spot of time, the ice had been retrieved.
Rhia, clutching the baggie, turned and tore down the beach, back to where Jason, carrying the girl, would be waiting.
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Post by Elli on Jun 2, 2009 11:27:47 GMT -6
Tria flayed as her body was lifted into the air. "Put me down!" She didn't like being powerless and it bothered her that she was being held in the air. When the boy said something about help her eyes narrowed. That was the last thing that she needed... 'help'.
"I don't need help... I'll be okay, don't worry about me..." She really hoped that the guy would listen to her. She looked up and spotted a someone else coming. 'Great,' she thought, 'just what I need... more attention.'
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Post by Hayleigh on Jun 2, 2009 19:41:36 GMT -6
Abigail walked over to the boy carrying a girl and the girl didn't seem to like it. "Is everything okay?" The girl sighed not really liking the attention all that much. That's when another person came up.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 2, 2009 20:38:37 GMT -6
"Oh, you'll be okay? All right then, walk."
Jason's voice was both sardonic, yet concerned, as his arms did not relinquish their hold, nor did his feet slow their purposeful pace. Rhia, he could see, was vaulting towards them, a plastic baggy in one hand.
"Is everything okay?" asked the other girl, the one who'd recently appeared on the scene.
"Everything's fine from my point of view," replied Jason, "But, you're a girl. You speak girl. Could you tell this one to stop wriggling around so we can help her? Jesus, you'd think I was, like, kidnapping her or something..."
"I've got it!" cried Rhia, extremely triumphant, "I've got the ice!"
"Brilliant," said Jason, "Now get over here instead of waving it like a flag and put it to good use."
Rhia scowled at him, at his irritable character (this was simply the way he was whenever he was particularly worried), before launching herself forward and applying the baggy of ice to the girl's air-suspended ankle. "There, just keep that there, I think, until I go and find a bandage to tie it up with, all right?
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Post by Elli on Jun 2, 2009 20:49:49 GMT -6
Tria winced at the feel of cold on her tender ankle. She groaned, "can you at least put me down. If this continues on people will start coming over here." Her eyes were already darting around, looking for attention from others or someone else that would call the police or whatever.
She couldn't believe that she had already attracted the attention of three different people. Jenestria just shook her head. She would have to be way more careful from now on out.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 2, 2009 20:52:45 GMT -6
"If you didn't want the attention, maybe you shouldn't have crashed..."
Jason was now back to normal; a wise-cracking, sun-burned teenage boy with a cat-girl rushing back with a bit of ACE bandage.
"Here, here, here!" called Rhia, "Here, here, I got this. I think, hey," Rhiannon Sphynx broke off mid-sentence, gesturing to the female onlooker, "Hey, help me with this..."
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Post by Elli on Jun 2, 2009 22:37:40 GMT -6
Tria stuck her tongue out at the boy. "I wouldn't have crashed if people could stay out of my way." She guestured pointedly at him, using a not so polite gesture. She had a whole arsenal up her sleeves and wasn't afraid to pull them out to a complete stranger.
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Post by Daeiel on Jun 3, 2009 6:13:18 GMT -6
"Flipping me the bird is really not helping your situation..." began Jason, "I'd return the favor, but that would involve dropping you, and, right now, the thing that irritates you most is me holding you. So I'll continue to do it."
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