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6:15pm May 24 2012
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[[Oh! yeah I am sorry. That was just for Bridget. Im done, I will edit the last Ooc post out.]]
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7:07pm May 25 2012
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[[ If you haven't noticed, I've been avoiding putting a post down.
I have no idea how things are on a ship or whatever. Any ideas on how that all works? 'cause I don't... ]]
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5:28pm May 26 2012
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[[ Upp. ]]
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7:16pm May 28 2012
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[[I'm back! Sorry I didn't answer your question sooner...I have no ideas about the ship, but I will find pictures.
The stow aways are located in the lower part of the ship, the red part. On top is where vehicles and big machinery are stored and down where the stowaways stay are boxes and boxes of food and small items. It is a very tightly packed so the stowaways have hardly any place to stand and there are hardly any places to sit. There is a thin la
yer of water on the ground and a few rats scurry down there.
Is that okay?]]
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7:21pm May 28 2012
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[[ Omg. I completely forgot about this role play, so you're fine. xDD
Yeah, that's perfect thank you! I know what to put down, at least in my head, but I've been studying all day, so my head kind of hurts. And I try to put more in my posts for role plays like these, since you put more in your posts. So... Don't get offended if I don't reply until later for this. I have 6 exams this week, and some other role plays I can reply easily too. So yeah. Don't think I'm ditching if you see me on all day responding to other rp's and not nyours. I just want to give you a good reply, since you gave me one. ^^^^
So yeah. After my rant, the point is, I might have to post on this one like at the end of this week. e_o ]]
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8:16pm May 28 2012
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[[Oh its fine! I have big exams this week too and really need to focus on school, so this will be fine :D]]
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4:16pm May 29 2012
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[[ Omg. Thanks for understanding. <342343242311432423 ]]
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7:32pm May 31 2012 (last edited on 10:58am Jun 3 2012)
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[[Ima just bump this up ^^]]
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11:20am Jun 1 2012 (last edited on 11:45am Jun 1 2012)
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Travis:
By the time we got deeper onto the ship, I had no room to turn around to get another glance at my mother. I was going to hold tight to Julia's frail, shaking hand, but when I realized that there wasn't much room - and I almost lost her a couple times in the crowd - I picked her up and kept her tight against my chest. I lost both my parents, now. I couldn't lose my baby sister too.
Whispering encouraging words into her cold ear as she sobbed in my shoulder, I kept on going. I looked around to see other kids, dirt on their hands, clothes, and faces from running quickly to the ship. Their faces were just like Julia's and mine. Their eyes drooped wearily, as their legs moved them forward, our lips drooping down in a deep frown. The air as we walked on to the bottom of the ship was almost eerie. It wasn't too quiet, seeing as there were a hundred - maybe even more - people here trying to squeeze into the bottom of the ship. (There are like... Alot of people right? xD If not, just forget that sentence.) But it was the mood everyone was in. The night felt... Dead, even as each heart kept beating.
"Travis, I want mommy."
Julia kept crying on my shoulder as we finally came to steps to walk down. I could hear voices down there from other people running away to America. How many other kids were leaving their loved ones, parents, kids, friends...? It was a wierd feeling, but I almost felt safer with these people. They understood me, and what I was feeling, and I understood them. We were on the same boat - literally.
"Shhh. Julia, it's going to be alright."
I kept going with my encouraging words, and held her tighter. Just as I was about to reach the last step, my foot slipped, and I rammed into someone much larger then I. Julia was screaming, since I dropped her from my grip, and my knees were wobbly from the glare the guy gave me. Swallowing, I gave him a small smile and said, "I'm terribly sorry. I slipped and-"
Julia's wails came even louder, and curses were spat in my direction as they told me to shut her up. Picking her up, she snuggled into the crook of my arm and nuzzled my neck as she held me tighter. "Sorry."
I said one more time before walking deeper into the bottom of the ship, though I couldn't move much more. Julia's crying stopped, and I found a small part in the corner to sit down, though there wasn't much room for that either. Julia was damp from the water on the floor that she had fallen on. Sitting her on my lap, letting her arm go across my neck and laying her side on my chest, I rubbed her knee where she busted it badly from the fall. I apologized again and again, hoping the small tear that came down my cheek was discreet for others around me. Finally, all that came out of Julia was small sniffles as she kept whispering to me how much she wanted her daddy back. How she wanted her mommy. How she wanted to go home.
Paradise:
I kept turning my head to look at my father as I walked aboard the ship. But every time I turned around, someone would push my fragile frame forward like I was in the way. Didn't they realize that there were tons of people, pressed against each other? They were impatient to leave their families and get to America, and it only brought me more bitterness.
Finally, I gave up waving to my dad one more time before pulling my jacket closer against my body and moving on with the rest of the kids here. Tears slipped down my cheeks as the cold winds forced my long, strawberry colored hair to go about in all sorts of directions. Finding a rubber band in my pocket of my jacket, I put my hair up in a haphazard pony tail to keep it out of my face. I could feel myself almost suffocating as we came to the stairs. I could already see all the people, sorrowful and in pain from leaving. After finally getting down the steps to the bottom of the ship, my feet and skirts became wet with the water on the floor of the ship. I wasn't expecting this trip to be a pleasant comfortable one, but seeing water on my skirts made me slightly angry. My only clothes - and they were going to be drenched? I wasn't a spoiled little girl that was treated like a queen all day long, but knowing that this was my mother's old dress made me want to keep it in mint condition. Who knew the next time I'd see her? I had to treasure everything that reminded me of her and my father.
Oh, why couldn't I just stay here? Either way, I'd be dying.
Clenching my jaw, I stepped forward and found no place to sit. Pressed against a larger male that smelled worse then the ship itself, and a little girl - plus tons of other people - I tried to stay to myself and keep quiet. Feeling claustrophobic, I tried moving as best as I could. But it was no use. Lord, keep my parents safe. I prayed that this journey wouldn't last forever, for my feet were already sore from the walk here. I gasped as a rat wound it's way in between my feet and ran away. Putting a hand to my heart, I swallowed nervously as the man next to me chuckled.
I found nothing about this night comical in the least.
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9:07pm Jun 1 2012 (last edited on 10:57am Jun 3 2012)
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Bridget
My face was the same as James. There was a thin la
yer of dirt that covered my round, china white face which turned it a light brown. My auburn hair touched my shoulder blades, though it lay in knots. It that reminded me so much of my late mother, and it was being pulled and tugged on from the crowd that was making an effort to enter the ship before the soldiers saw them. I could tell that the ride to America wasn't going to be a pleasant one. There were so many people that I was sure the ship was going to burst, but it didn't. Well not with the people at least.
I barely entered the supply ship when I heard a high pitch scream from a child. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but hearing that made my heart sink, and tears burn my amber eyes. That cry. The cry of the child reminded me of Charlie getting taken away by men with scruffy looking faces and a mean glares. My heart sank even further in my chest as I brought those memories back to my mind. I felt like stopping in the middle of this enclosed area and start crying, but as my pace slowed, my eldest's brothers words came to mind. I had to be strong, that's right. "I can not let him down." I murmured to myself.
I closed my eyes for a brief second to find my strength, and the next thing I know I feel the crowd starting the disappear. When my eyes opened, they had already adjusted to the dark ship, though I almost didn't see the stairs fall before my feet. The stairs were even more narrower than the hall that took us here, and the stairwell was ever so dark. I couldn't see where I was going and people kept nudging me to the wall. Every now and then people would slip and everyone would adjust until the person stood back up and walked, and when that happened I would hug the wall and bring my hand up to the two wooden necklaces' around my neck.
The necklaces' were both very different in shape but the feel of them were the same. They were made by my father, each of us kids got one. The necklaces' were made 100% out of a maple tree. My father used to tell me that he knew he was going to have 2 boys and 1 girl and that he started to grow a Maple tree when he was a boy, just for us. He carved all of ours out of that Maple tree he grew, and the shapes he had made us were each unique and was a symbol of our future. Or so he would say. He made me was a tree with curly branches. He told me that it was the tree of life, and I regret not asking him why the tree of life. I touched the other wooden necklace and felt the wooden shape of a spear head. My father told James that he got the shape of a warrior and a fighter.
The people on the stairs started to move again and I could see a faint light at the end of the slippery stairs. The light was from a small window (should there be a window or no?) against the wall and even then the place was still dark. It was not only dark but crowded. I could hardly move. Boxes squished me on one side and people on the other. I was sure my nice white blouse with ruffles around the buttons was going to get dirty and wouldn't come back in one piece. You see, as I was trying to make my way to the back of the ship, I kept getting pushed into wooden boxes that had the nail heads sticking out. My long sleeved blouse caught on the nail heads and tore. I could feel slight breezes on my arms, but I was glad that was the only thing that ripped. If my cotton, navy blue pants that were pulled up just under my bust, ripped, I would be devastated. They used to be my fathers when he was younger, along with the black suspenders I wore to hold them up.
The ship was getting darker as I advanced towards the back of the ship, though the crowd was still the same. I knew I would never be comfortable until I found a small place to my own. However there wasn't any, though I felt a tad bit more secure as I leaned my back against the metal wall of the ship. I looked around and saw nothing but night as I waited for the ship to take off. The next thing I knew a loud horn sounded and the area where us, stowaways were hiding piped up with frightened noises. It soon died down when the massive shipped pushed away from being anchored. We were off to America and my heart was pounding.
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[[Im not going to do Zachary quite yet because the ship just left.]]
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10:57am Jun 3 2012
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[[Bump <3]]
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3:23pm Jun 4 2012
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[[Small window is alright. xD But once it gets out on water, the window will probably just show like under the ocean, right? :DD
Wellllllllllllll. The things is. I have no idea what to put. xD I know what you're thinking. "This is pitiful...' LOL. But seriously. What should happen now? D: ]]
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6:34pm Jun 4 2012
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[[Yuppers.
And I dont know xD
It could be a slow start on the water, people being anxious, there could be pushing shoving, bickering. Ehhh, I dont. Make something dramatic happen or something boring. You can just post something short and I then I will bring Zach in.]]
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10:29pm Jun 10 2012
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[[Bump~]]
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10:38pm Jun 10 2012
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[[Could you put something up for Zach first? D|
Not gunna' lie, I was procrastinating on putting up a lame post, not forgetting bahaha. ]]
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11:00pm Jun 10 2012 (last edited on 5:26pm Jun 17 2012)
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[[Ha ha Sure thing. I will post some tonight and finish it tomorrow]]
Zachary
I saw it. I saw the whole thing play in my mind before the sirens started to go off. I saw the innocent lives flash in my mind. You see, some people would call me a sick boy for killing, but I call it a game. A hunt. I loved the chase and capture. I loved seeing all hope run out of the civilians eyes as my sleek sword pieced their flesh. I loved hearing their screams ring in my ear as it turns into a hushed exhale.
But as my fantasies started to take me away, I almost lost sight of who I was. Though, who was I? Inside my body I am torn apart, split in half. I crave the impulse to kill and to feel others blood in my hands. To feel alive and just live in the moment. However, when I close my eyes at night, I feel the guilt start to poison my murderous heart. I feel my stomach cringe and twist in pain. I feel that the world is crashing down on me and all the things I have lost start to fill me, making my body hollow and lonely.
A pounding at the door makes me stop the dispute and war with in myself. "Zachary! Zach! Why are you still locked up in there don't you hear the siren? C'mon get ready, time to kill!" The voice of my comrade made me go back to my devious self and his last words made me tingle with excitement that I almost couldn't contain.
I tried to pull myself together, "Coming Conner." I answered, my voice didn't share his impatient tone, it was stern and deadly.
Though the voice outside the door knew me a little too well and just laughed. "Contain your excitement," Conner could tell I was shaking with excitement.
"Go!" I commanded. "I will be up on deck soon." I said and with that Conner's footsteps disappeared. I quickly exit my metal room, when I don't hear him any more. I was already in my war uniform. The grey jacket had a belt that wrapped around my waist and just above the belt there were three golden buttons that were buttoned up and then gave way to a v shaped neck where the collar was folded down. Even though there were blood spots all over the uniform, it still looked like it was bought yesterday.
I looked around the hall. It was empty and I assumed that everyone was on deck already, loading up the cannons. But I never liked to start off my killing just loading up the cannons. Since I have been aboard and along with the war I have had this ritual.
I ran down to the weapons area. There were guys standing guard and they looked at me and let me proceed with out hesitation. I ran in there and grabbed a random weapon of choice. It was known as the Rapier and it was my favorite weapon because it had a sharp point that was slender and could pierce ones skin with not much force. A sly smile appeared on my face as I looked at its beauty. I turned it over in my hand and admired its shine, just wondering what it would look like when it was covered in blood, though it has been before.
I brought my hand up to the point of the sword and lightly pressed my finger on it, and with such small pressure blood started to flow where the sharp point had been. I smiled ear to ear as I brought my finger to my mouth I started to clean the wound. I almost lost track of time once more as my fantasies started to take me away. Then another siren went off with two loud screeches. That meant that the cannons were loaded and the victim boat was approaching fast.
I quickly put the sword back in its casing and ran up to deck. The captain was talking and the plan was coming together. From the bits and pieces I heard from the plan, it seemed like there would be lots of people, and lots of death that was going to happen on this mission.
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3:05pm Jun 11 2012 (last edited on 3:05pm Jun 11 2012)
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CH want to join my roleplay its a romance with vamps and werewolves
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5:27pm Jun 11 2012 (last edited on 5:33pm Jun 11 2012)
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[[Hey, Iluvcreatus. Is it possible if you can r-mail CH about this? This is a private RP.
Oh and CH, I will finish the post later today. I'm uber lazy right now, and catching up on the season of Suits]]
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5:33pm Jun 11 2012 (last edited on 5:34pm Jun 11 2012)
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[[ Iluv: I don't appreciate you going on all of my role plays posting stuff. D: But, back on subject, no thanks. :D
Take your time, Unique. I take forever putting posts up for some role plays, so I seriously don't care. Post whenever. xD]]
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5:27pm Jun 17 2012
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[[Done. Sorry it took so long!]]
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