Questions RP

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Questions RP

Questions RP

 

So I started a "Questions" thread in Down to Earth and I was thinking it could be turned into an RP, so here it is!

 

Here are the original questions:

 

1. Describe your interests, activities, and hobbies. Describe what you do in your spare time. Explain why you’ve gotten interested in these things. (You may include your favorite T.V. programs, magazines, sports, ect.)

2.What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author? If you were on a deserted island, which books would you want to have with you?

3.Describe your passions of learning and how you are currently pursuing them.

4.What do you believe is the most important event, discovery, or development of the last few years and why?

5.Describe any talents you have. How do you demonstrate them?

 I also answered the questions Name, age, and town. Lots of people answered, and there haven't been very many RPs right now. So, I was thinking we could all make a new character or keep our old one. 

submitted by Lexi, age 12, Will in Scarlet--Oct
(June 1, 2013 - 2:46 pm)

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(August 26, 2014 - 6:12 pm)

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submitted by Top
(August 26, 2014 - 11:13 pm)

Okay, sorry I haven't been on in a while, but here I am again. I'm sorry if I get everyone's characters wrong; there are a lot of new characters!

Gloria~

As the tires screeched on the roof, I attempted to stifle my surprise. How could such a thing even be possible? Our train nearly DERAILED, yet this stubborn car didn't suffer a scratch. Looking around, I noticed everyone else standing dead still, as if time were stopped. Slowly, Whitney, Millard and I glanced at each other, as if we could guess why this car was here: it was here for us. 

Above us, the car doors opened and footsteps echoed from above. From the sounds of it there were at least two, maybe three, people standing above. The car doors slammed shut, reminding me of the time we were put in the slammer. The sound was just as horrible.

All of us stood where we were, not daring to move, yet wanted to run away fast. I did a quick head count; it looked like everyone was here, but one. Much to my dismay - or relief - Whitney was missing. "Millard," I hissed, "Where's Whitney?" He looked around and shrugged, his confusion seen in his eyes.

All of the sudden, Kitty screamed a loud squeal. "SHHH!!!" we all shushed, until we noticed two faces peering at us upside down in the windows. "We're under attack!" Millard moaned. Unfortunately for us, the windows were open, and the two people, a man and a woman, entered. Flipping open their wallets, they stated in a calm, but firm tone, "FBI. Don't do anything rash."

My stomach churned. This was it. This was the final deal. We were caught by the FBI, and we were not esca... My thoughts were abruptly ended when I noticed the infamous Chesire grin of Whitney who was hiding in the luggage compartment on the ceiling. She put her finger to her lips when she noticed me staring. I quickly averted my eyes in order to not lead the FBI agents to find Whitney's location. I knew she wouldn't abandon us!

As the FBI agents were talking to us, Whitney suddenly swooped down with ropes and gags saying, "We're are not going with you! Not on my watch!"  

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There you go! I hope this all is in accordance with everyone's plans! 

submitted by Teresa
(August 27, 2014 - 3:32 pm)

HOORAY! It's back! *happy dance* This is great, Teresa! I'll try to write some tomorrow, but if I don't, don't wait for me!

submitted by CaptainRead
(August 27, 2014 - 8:38 pm)
Teresa, I just realized that you said "Unfortunately for us, the windows were open, and the two people, a man and a woman, entered.", but there was only one man in the car (Arthur Parkson), and he's tied up in a straitjacket... I changed Rodriguez's version of events to "fix" this, but if you don't like that we can change it back...
 
~Rodriguez~

As soon as I heard the thump of the strange and very black car landing on the top of our train car, I hid behind  the nearest thing, which happened to be a very large birdcage sitting on top of a steamer suitcase. This train had some very odd things on it! I wrenched my thoughts away from giant parrots and the possibility of there being such things in Hollywood, when three women came down through an open window. Two of them flipped open wallets and flashed cards too quickly for the cards the be seen. "FBI. Don't do anything rash," said one of them in a deep voice. She had white-blond hair and was otherwise indescribable. The other one, who had frizzy hair that was almost certainly dyed, took out a bunch of handcuffs and locked one of them around Gloria's wrists. She then went on to do the same to Geordie and one of his sisters. The woman who hadn't flipped open a wallet was simply standing there with her back to the window, watching the others.
 
Suddenly, I realized something. From my time as a Correspondence-Private-Eye-In-Training, I had studied the FBI's uniforms and ways of working, and I suddenly knew that there was no way these people could be what they claimed to be! My tail trembled in indignation, but I stilled it when the indescribable one looked over at my hiding place suspiciously. Just when I thought she was going to come over and find me, Whitney swung down on a vine from the luggage rack like a mini-Tarzan! Wait, where did that vine come from? Nevermind. I shook my head so it would stop confusing me, and turned to watch the action. Whitney's vine wasn't long enough to reach the floor, and she had swung backwards, accidentally kicking the frizzy-haired one to the ground, before she started to swing forwards again like a pendulum. She started to lose her grip on the vine because of the ropes and makeshift gags she had in her hands, and as she swung her legs around to get a better grip, one of her feet connected with the back of the indescribable one's startled head. Both "FBI agents" were down on the floor, out cold! Whitney finally managed to let go of the vine, and she grinned maniacally up at the woman who seemed to have been in charge, and said, "We're not going with you! Not on my watch!"
 
The woman smiled slightly, her tight gray bun bobbing a bit in the wind that flew through the open window. "I'll just have to deal with you myself, then." A fly buzzed at my whiskers, and I blinked, batting at it. When I looked up again, everyone, including Whitney, was handcuffed! After a few minutes the two woman whom Whitney had knocked out were conscious again, and they were beginning the task of getting everyone onto the train-car roof and into the limo. I followed them carefully, and was just in time to see Whitney and a man who was strapped tightly into the car stare at each other as if they each thought they were seeing a ghost!
submitted by CaptainRead
(August 28, 2014 - 3:05 pm)

Whoops, that was formatted wierdly! Not enough spaces...

Anyways, TOP! This RP has stood the test of time for this long, lets not let it fail now!

 

I just added a few spaces. Is it OK now?

Admin

submitted by CaptainReed, age 14, Traincar
(August 29, 2014 - 12:57 pm)

Yes! Thank you, Admin! I wrote it in my email (so that it wouldn't be deleted if I didn't have time to finish it all) under the assumption that one press of the "enter" button pushed it down twice, the way it works in the comment box here on the CB, but I guess it came across differently because of that...

submitted by CaptainRead, age 14, many thanks
(August 29, 2014 - 7:13 pm)

Okay! I finally have time to write!

Whitney ~

I wasn't exactly sure how I had been handcuffed. One minute I was on a streak, freedom almost in our grasp. The next I was standing there with my hands behind my back, along with everyone else. The older woman stood before me, a demure smile on her face.

Several thoughts raced through my mind, the main ones trying to decide is she was a magician or had super speed, and whether or not she'd be willing to teach me how to do that. It would come in quite handy with any scuffles with the police.

My next thoughts were how we were going to get out of this. I struggled against my captors, though the fact that my wrists were firmly placed behind my back and they were twice my size did not bode well in my favor. They opened the door of the limousine (which still had yet to retain so much as a scuff), and forced me inside. Then I saw the occupant opposite me, and all my fight drained out. The man before me looked like I would if I were a boy in twenty years. He had the same, sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and thin build.

"Whoa," one of the twins said once they'd stopped struggling and taken notice of our new occupant. "Deja vu. Whitney, it's your forty-year-old twin!"

I blinked and shook my head. He did seem, familiar some how. I shook my head. That was crazy. I'd never stuck around anywhere long enough to be familiar with anyone.

Suddenly the motor of the limo started up. I glanced toward the window, but it was blacked out.

"Where are we going?!" I demanded of the so-called FBI agents. They simply ignored me. I glanced around at the others, getting the strange suspicion someone was missing. Then it hit me.

Rodriguez! I thought excitedly. He escaped! He'll find a way to find and free us!

I settled back in my seat with a defiant glare. Whatever we did, we couldn't let on that one of us was missing.

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age unknown, Being kidnapped
(August 29, 2014 - 5:39 pm)

Sorry for not writing!!! I've been insanely busy.

Geordie~ 

The handcuffing had stunned all of us. Myra's first reaction had been to struggle and scream words that were not quite the most peaceful. Marlow silently wept; I attempted to comfort her, but 'twas all for naught. Millard simply sat and blinked, Gloria was breathing deeply, Nikki was glancing around looking for ways to escape, and Kitty was doing the same. Whitney was staring at the man next to her, who (oddly enough) looked a lot she did. 

"Whoa. Deja vu. Whitney, it's your forty-year-old twin!" Myra commented. I then heard the engine rev up.

"Where are we going?" Whitney demanded. The FBI agents said nothing. They drove away from the train tracks and back onto the dirt road. Whitney leaned forward.

"I DEMAND to know!" Whitney yelled. Still no response. She was about to yell again, but the man beside her said:

"Hey kid, pipe down. They aren't listening." Whitney stared at him, her head cocked to one side. 

 

submitted by The Chocabookaholic, age 12
(August 30, 2014 - 4:49 pm)
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