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Ok so I love most of my RP's that I am doing but I want something different.
SOOOOO... here's my idea. Do any of you know fractured fairytales from Rocky and Bullwinkle? Well I'm thinking a sort of modern twist. Modern versions of Disney princesses who go to an all girls private high school, have super powers, are spies, and of course devote their lives to fighting invading aliens.
If anybody joins that would be great as long as you can take a few plot twists and even better... make them yourselves.
ps. Your personality and power should be a reflection of your princess (or other fairy tale heroine). OH! and if boys really want to join they can as a Disney prince or fairytale hero.
MY Charrie
Name: Snow Elizabeth Kay White (She is slightly embarrassed by her first name so everyone except her best friends know her as Elizabeth Kay White)
Age: 15
Apearence: Umm... if it's possible to add pictures please tell me how. if not... Medium length, wavy pitch black hair; yellow headband; gold ball earings; blue t-shirt with rose in middle, puffy, red, short sleeves, and a white collar; red silk bow around waist; yellow miniskirt; blue glovelettes; yellow purse; blue knee length socks, and red sneaker boots. She of course has black eyes, pale skin and red lips.
Personality: Kind, over trusting, sees the good in everyone, spunky and creative, passionate about eco system and nature, smart, great fighter, loyal, same backstory as real Snow White just switched a little to fit this century.
Power: can talk to, control, and transform into all of nature. Can also hypnotize people with her voice... especialiy men.
Weapon of choice for fighting aliens: space laser bracelets.
submitted by Tovah. L, age 11, Massachussetts
(February 25, 2013 - 7:38 pm)
(February 25, 2013 - 7:38 pm)
Gretel ~
I groaned inwardlly as I watched Snow excel at swimming. Seriously. Why swimming? I stink at swimming. I'm sure, I'd swum in mountain rivers and loved that. Swimming in a pool was all right. But the ocean? Forget it. My swimsuit was black with gold trimming. All of ours were in shirt and board shorts style. That was fine with me. I hated the way swimsuits look now. After Snow it was my turn. I stared at the water from the diving board. I swam like a fish, but for some reason, I was feeling timid. "Don't do this!" I whispered to myself. "That was a long time ago, don't think about it." I dove in. Skimming the bottom of the pool, I angled my body upward, and kicked hard upward. Starting at one end, I shot across to the other like I was in a relay lap. I flipped over and kicked off the wall. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, I simply showed how I could swim. I was angling upward, about to break the surface. I could see fluorescent lights up above. It reminded me of the sun. And suddenly, a memory I had tried not to think about shot into my head, causing my body to freeze up. I had very few fears. Deep, open water, and guns. I was suddenly very young, out in the ocean, shortly before my parents had decided to ditch us. We were on a boat. Hansel and I stood at the edge. I guess we were only allowed to come because they couldn't find anyone to watch us. The boat jerked, and I fell off. I could swim, but panic seized me at not being able to touch, hold, or see anything but waves lapping against my face. I started to sink. "Snap out of it!" I told myself sharply. I really was sinking. I got control of myself, and with my last bit of breath, kicked hard upward, breaking the surface. I coughed hard, gulping in air. I swam to the edge and hauled myself up. "What happened?" Holly demanded. Snow, Aurora, and Cindy stood behind her. None of them knew. I'd never told anybody. "Cramp," I said, avoiding the painful truth. Holly seemed to accept that. "Sit out for a bit till you recover," she said, her stern expression softening. I nodded, grateful for the excuse to get out of swimming. I'd never tell anyone what really happened. Never.
(March 23, 2013 - 2:16 pm)
Sorry, this doesn't really go anywhere but this RP cannot die!
Aurora-
I watch Gretel flop onto a bench, a blue towel wrapped around her shoulders. She is very pale and her eyes are opened wide as if she’s seen a ghost. Holly gazes at her for a moment before turning back to us. Surprisingly, I see worry in her eyes. I’ve never seen someone worry about a cramp before.
It’s my turn. I can swim. Mother, my trainer and I often drove to the beach in summer. He would have me retrieve objects from the sea floor or hold my breath for a long time, yet what I loved most were the fish. When I was done with my training sessions I’d dive under water and watch them flit by. Orange, blue and even purple. Sadly, there are no fish in this pool.
I climb up the ladder and stand at the end of the board lightly bouncing. Should I flip or dive? I decide for a flip. Taking a deep breath, I propel myself off the board, flip and cut through the water’s shimmering blue surface.
Mother would be proud.
Inhale, stroke, stroke, inhale.
I reach the end of the pool in seconds. Grinning, I pull myself out of the water and grab a yellow towel from a pile. Cindy is already in the water. She’s a little slow but she can swim.
After Cindy gets out of the water Holly calls us together. “That was a good start girls. You are now dismissed!”
(March 27, 2013 - 12:44 pm)
To keep this thread alive!
Gretel ~
I sit wrapped in a blue towel, watching everyone else. Aurora does a fantastic flip, and reaches the other side of the pool in no time. Cindy goes next. Not as fast, but far better than me. Holly gets us together and tells us we're dismissed. I've never been so grateful to be dismissed from training. I hurry ahead of the others, who are talking and laughing. I don't want to be asked any questions about what happened. As we get dressed, me in a black knee length cargo shorts, camo shirt, and a conductor style army green cap, Elizabeth asks; "So what did you all think of training?" The others chorus in a mixture of glee and complaint. I remain silent. "I have to wonder what exactly they're training us for," I say quietly. Normally, I'd be all over this. We get to help fight our biggest enemy. But whenever they've sent out students, they're of higher ranking. And they've never let a new student go on a mission. Evidently Aurora has had training, possibly even more advanced than us. But why suddenly bring her in, and immediatley put her in training for a mission? And what about those pictures? How are we property of the school? I was so deep in thought I didn't notice Snow talking at me. "What?" I asked coming out of my reverie. I then noticed I'd also gotten my thumb stuck in my hunter boot laces. "I said; what happened out there." "Oh." The dreaded question. "Nothing, just a cramp." "You looked like you saw a ghost," Cindy put in. "I'm fine," I said hurriedly. "I've got studying to do," and I hurried out the door. On my way to the dorms, I passed Miss Hutchinson's office, and stopped in my tracks. Now, like I said, I don't purposly get in trouble. But really, if you were just sent to special training because you had to save the world, and you hear your trainer talking about you, I dare you not to stop.
"She froze up, nearly drowned!" Holly was saying. "I know she's one of them, but the water. She still remembers that." What was that about? Of course I remembered! "We should tell them all of it." I heard Miss Hutchinson sigh. "We can't. Not yet," Miss Hutchinson said. "But you know what they'll have to do. In order to finish it, one will probably die. There's little getting around it." They were silent, and I'd heard enough. I fled to my room, and threw myself in a chair. Why would one of us probably die? And how would I tell the others?
(March 28, 2013 - 6:34 pm)
Top! I won't be posting in the next week. Sorry, I can't post now! :/
(March 29, 2013 - 4:35 pm)
Ahh! This has died! Top!
(April 6, 2013 - 5:53 pm)
I'M back and will post ASAP! TOP!
(April 7, 2013 - 3:32 am)
Um, so, since this thread has died, I will write again.
Gretel ~
I trudged to my room, my thoughts in a whirl. One will probably die. You were marked as school property. How did any of this make any sense? I threw myself in the large armchair in the main sitting room. Another bonus to going to this Academy, private rooms each with a living room, bedroom, walk-in closet (though this I used as my weapons holder since nobody would expect my knives, bow, quiver stocked with arrows, and sword array to be in my closet). And bathroom. My thoughts had now turned to todays training. I shuddered as I remembered the water. An incident like that hadn't happened for a long time. Usually I was fine in the water, but now... I groaned as the wall clock chimed, informing me it was time for dinner. How could I sit around the table with the others, know one of us will probably die? I got up, straightened myself and clothes as best I could, and joined the procession of girls heading downstairs. Evidently the news of our training had travelled pretty fast, for I kept getting odd stares, which I hated.
"So, Gretel. Get in trouble again?" Roselinda asked as I sat at the table with the others. Maybe they didn't know. "No," I answered tartly. "Well, people are saying," she began. But I cut her off; "Talk is cheap, Roselinda, and so are you." She huffed and strode off. I sank back in relief, my thoughts temorarily de-railed by thoughts of a hair dye bomb to go off in Roselinda's room, dying her hair a horrid shade of green for goodness knows how long.
So, this really goes nowhere. And the reason I put Roselinda in there was cause I've always wanted to use that line; "Talk is cheap, and so are you." Plus, you're going to get snobby girls at a Princess/Spy Academy, so... Who's next?
(April 13, 2013 - 8:51 pm)
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(April 28, 2013 - 6:35 pm)
Top! This was really good! Top top TOPOMANIA TOP!
(May 2, 2013 - 4:43 pm)