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Fairytale RP!
Fairytale RP!
So Tovah had once made something like this, and I miss it, so I'm going to recreate it. I was thinking that you could either do a twist on a classic fairytale hero or heroine, or make your own. They go to a private high school to learn to fight aliens.
I'm going to go with the same character I had before.
Name: Gretel Rose
Appearence; Chin-length golden hair that curves in on one side and
curves out on the other. Dark, sapphire-blue eyes, slightly pink cheeks,
pale, small, at 5 ft. Commonly wears long sleeve camo shirt with denim
capris and lace up hunting boots. Or jeans, black t-shirt with Slay Your Own Dragons and a sword
on fire, black hunting boots. Oftenwears a cap. Whether navy blue or
camo.
Personality; Strong, quiet, observant, hard core, ready to fight. Loyal, open, and cheerful around her friends.
Story; So, this is a Hansel and Gretel in the modern world. Southern
girl! Her parents ditched her in the backwoods of Tennessee, in the
Great Smokey Mountains. A hunter thought she and her brother game and
accidentally shot him. (Explains what happens to Hansel.)
Power; She has a strong sense of direction, can see in the dark. Also can channel people's feelings well. Knows what they're feeling.
Weapon: Anything she can throw or shoot, except long spears. She can
throw knives, shoot a gun or bow. Whatever she can get her hands on.
So what do ya'll think? Good or bad idea?
submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age classified, Knight's Training
(November 11, 2013 - 4:07 pm)
(November 11, 2013 - 4:07 pm)
Meg and the mice~
My mouth went pasty and my heart pounded like a drum. I had known this mission would be dangerous, but I'd hoped the danger wouldn't start till later. Then a wild thought struck me, one that likely wouldn't work. It was worth a try, though.
"Ash, you didn't happen to bring invisibility spray, did you?" I asked him with a Gretelesque grin.
"Yeah, why?" he responded suspiciously. I sighed.
"Just trust me, okay?" I said as he grudgingly handed me the spray. Whilst the others gaped at me, I sprayed the jet and its passengers.
"Drive like the wind, Gretel!" I screamed. Just then, a missile crashed into one of the jet's rear rudders. We zoomed through a cloud or two, then kept on driving till we lost our attackers. Twenty minutes later, we were no longer invisible. Steve glared at me.
"What in the world were you thinking, Meg?" he squeaked. As I knew he was slipping into a tirade, I decided to tune out.
(December 14, 2014 - 7:24 pm)
What? Theo?
Yep! Me! Ah ha ha ha.... I was missing this RP so much.... I drew Gretel and Meg and the mice in science today... and now instead of doing work I'm having fun! Aka writing here.
Ash~
I didn't pack that many things, which was kind of my fault for chatting with the mice for so long. By the time Meg stopped by and collected them, I hadn't packed a thing, and the next twenty minutes were spent stuffing things into a satchel that was just too small for it all. I packed what I decided was vital, the book that had told me about Alex and her connection to the "Tinderbox" story, invisiblity spray, underwear, and my boots.
Really I don't know why I didn't wear them. I stuffed the hat in there too. The darned hat. I should just get rid of it, I really should.
So my bag was stuffed to the brim when Meg asked me if I had any invisiblity spray. I had been mildly enjoying myself, in fact, this whole day had been so wonderful, I didn't want all my things to fall out of my back and ruin it all. Which, of course, seemed like a minor worry, seeing as how we'd all been close to being animals forever (besides me, I suppose) and Meg had been in some sort of... other danger. I really didn't know what to make of that. But, somewhere in the midst of it all, I had fun. I was letting things go, letting myself relax. I'm not sure when it started, but I had a feeling it must've been after the fire.
Well Meg just had to go and use all of the invisiblity spray, spraying all of us and the jet, which caused quite a comotion, esspecially when Gretel pointed out that she now had to drive a jet without being able to see the controls.
Meg shouted, "Drive like the wind, Gretel!"
Gretel made a comment on how she still had her hands on the controls that made the plane go fastest.
There was a horrible feeling in my gut, the sort of feeling I'd though I'd gotten rid of (though I suppose you don't ever get rid of fear) when the jet was thrown sideways by a missle and then directly after the jet started going faster and faster and faster and all you can see are the faintest shadows of the jet and its passengers. Even more horrible was the fact that when I looked down I could see right through the jet and down at the clouds. The clouds were, unfortunatly, blocking any sort of view of anyone who might've been shooting at us. I realized with a start that I was most definitly, starting right now, afraid of heights. I wondered how Griffin dealt with it.
Just a few minutes ago I'd been co-pioleting the jet with Gretel. Something thrilling about that. And before that I'd been talking with the mice. And before that...
I realized what was the thrilling, happy thing that made me smile twice than usual, and it sent a chill down my spine. These people. They were friends. They were my friends.
At that moment, I wanted very much so to not be in a jet that missles were being shot at. I'd lost friends before. And, watching as my compainions began to reapear, I didn't think I could handle it if I lost friends again.
Something at least. Catching Ash up to speed, that's not his voice because the style's different but he's different. Or something.
(December 15, 2014 - 6:56 pm)
Chocabookaholic told me to post.
Amy~
I sat in the back with Red. It was weird, being invisible. I coulden't see myself, only the lake that passed below us. I cringed, thinking I was going to fall in and drown, but thankfully, I didn't. When the mistle hit us, we were still going over the lake. We were also going towards it rapidly. I cringed, knowing we were going to hit it. When we did, I fainted.
Fainting in a body of water is not good. I must have breathed in a lot of water, because I found myself coughing. My mouth felt salty. Then It hit me. We were crossing the ocean. Why would we go across the ocean? I really wasn't expecting that. I looked around to bear my surroundings. I didn't see anyone else. It actually seemed like nothing else was on the island.
(December 17, 2014 - 7:03 pm)
TOP TOP.
(December 19, 2014 - 6:23 pm)
(December 19, 2014 - 6:23 pm)
Cindy~
I gasped, coming up for air in a sudden jolt to reality. The water was the coldest I had ever felt, and it soaked through my clothes in a matter of seconds. I paddled frantically, trying to keep my head above water.
I kept swimming for about ten more minutes, the only thought in my mind was to stay alive, until I saw the island. I breathed a sigh of relief and a thank-you prayer to whatever brought it here. Hopefully the others weren't far away.
Fifteen minutes later, I climbed, breathing heavily, onto a rock at the edge of the island and took a minute to rest and cough up all the water from my lungs. When I felt slightly better, I stood up.
"Hello?" I called. "Gretel? Ash? Anybody here?"
"Cindy?" called back a farmiliar voice. "Is that you?"
"Meg?" I said, my face breaking into a grin. I ran to the sound of the direction of her voice and bumped right into her.
"Oh, thank goodness" she said. "We need to find my mice!"
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Hope you don't mind, Choca!
(December 23, 2014 - 4:23 pm)
Sorry y'all, I've been really busy! (And sick.)
Gretel ~
I wasn't exactly sure when everything went wrong. One mintue I thought we were safe, we'd manage to evade our persuers, and get to our desination just fine. Then the next, we were hurdling through the air. Apparently one of the missles had found its mark after all. I remember as I fell, looking up, I saw the remnents of the jet falling toward us. I heard some of the others screaming, though I was in too much of a state of shock to make a sound. Falling, it didn't really bother me. I wasn't afraid. It wasn't until I was flipped over that fear shot through me like a jolt of electricity. A large body of water was rapidly coming closer as we plummeted.
The ocean. How the heck did we wind up over the ocean?!
I doubted we were falling from high enough or fast enough for the water to kill us, though it didn't make the idea of impact any less unnerving.
I hit the water with a tremendous splash and what felt like a slap from a giant across my whole body. I knew I'd be black and blue for weeks. My body went slack upon impact and I sank into inky black waters. It was freezing, and within seconds I felt my fingers go numb. The most paralyzing thing that hit me though was the fear. I'd never done well in large or deep bodies of water. It was this unexplainable thing I had, even wen when I was very young. I had never told anyone about it, I was afraid of what they'd think, something so dumb as that. But now, here, sinking and about to drown, it wasn't quite as dumb as I'd first thought.
Come on, move it. There's nothing here, and you gotta keep goin'. What about everyone else?
I forced myself to awkwardly paddle toward what I thought was the surface, though it was hard to tell when your eyes are shut. When I felt like my lungs were about to burst, I broke through the surface, taking in as many deep breaths as possible. I rapidly blinked my eyes, attemtping to clear away the salt water. When at last I could see, I saw I was only a couple hundred yards off the shore of... somewhere, the current rapidly pulling me in. At the moment I didn't care where this place was, so long as I could step foot on my dry land.
I awkwardly dog paddled toward shore, though thankfully the current did most of the work. Finally I pulled myself out of the water and sighed with relief. I was now on a beach with reddish sand, deep, blueish blackish water pushing up against its shore. A jungle or forest of sorts stood a ways back. Afraid that our attackers were still looking for us, I ran toward the forest tree line.
As I ran, only one thing kept playing through my mind.
We were hacked, or we were betrayed.
(December 30, 2014 - 4:33 pm)
Katie: Mind? Of course I don't mind! I'm elated!
Just like BHR, I've been sick and busy. But now I'm back.
Meg and the mice~
Cindy and I found the mice among the leaves of a purple plant of some sort. Pip was blinking, bewildered to say the least. Charlie looked like he'd gotten a rush out of the jet's destruction, not because it'd been destroyed, but because falling through the air and landing on a plant was the sort of thing he enjoyed. Steve wore a worried expression, but he almost always wore one of those, didn't he? "Well," Steve said, "there you are, Meg and..." He glanced at Cindy, his face questioning.
"Cindy," she finished for him.
"Ah yes," he continued thankfully, "Cindy. The fact is, however, that we are lost, and not only are we lost, but we are also surrounded on all sides by water."
"How do you know this isn't a small peninsula?" Pip asked. "You can't see past the trees from here." We were all taken aback by the fact that he was speaking, as he hardly ever did.
"Alrighty then, let's walk around the trees and look," Charlie suggested.
"I think we should find the others first," I said. "I mean, they're probbably searching for us." So that's what we did. Cindy thought up a good strategy for doing it. She proposed that we start from the middle of the forest and work our way out. So we marched into the forest.
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When I read Theo's most recent comment, I realized that not only have our characters been making friends with each other, but I feel like a special writer's friendship has grown between the five of us. Am I the only one who feels this way?
(December 31, 2014 - 5:19 pm)
(December 31, 2014 - 4:17 pm)
(December 31, 2014 - 4:18 pm)
(December 31, 2014 - 4:18 pm)
Are newbies not allowed on this thread ?
(January 1, 2015 - 11:42 am)
It's not that newbies aren't allowed, but that the story has progressed so far that it would be hard to add in new characters.
(January 1, 2015 - 5:18 pm)
No, we don't discriminate against newbies, but we are very far along in the story, and adding in a new character would just be too difficult I'm afraid.
@ The Chocabookaholic: Yes I know just what you mean, and I feel that way too!
@ Theo: You should show your character drawings on here sometime!
I'll wait just a bit more to see if someone else wishes to write too.
(January 2, 2015 - 7:18 pm)
@Chocabookaholic: Great! I completely agree with your last statement -- I feel just how you described.
Cindy~
The only way to describe the forest was thick. We had to push our way through the tangle of trees and bushes, all the while sweating like crazy in the humid air.
After a while of tripping and gasping through the forest, one of Meg's mice (Stuart, was it?) asked, "How do we know when we reach the middle of the forest?"
I stared at him. I hadn't thought of that. "Um..." I stammered. "We'll just approximate."
A tiny smile appeared on Meg's lips. "I've got a better idea," she said. She sprang up the nearest tree with the agility of a cat. I waited for a few moments, until the sounds of cracking sticks and branches subsided.
"What do you see?" I called up.
"Wow, it's bright," came a faint voice. "I think we're getting close."
"How close?" I said.
"Maybe five more minutes."
"Oh, great!" That wasn't long at all.
"I'm coming down now." The snapping sounds started again, until they suddenly stopped.
"Meg?" I questioned, worried. "Are you ok?"
"I'm trapped," she said. "In a net of some sort."
"Can you tear it open?"
"No, it's made of some sort of stiff wood. I didn't see it coming until it was too late."
"One second, I'll help." I grabbed the first branch of the tree, and pulled myself up. I had never been particularly good at climbing trees, but this one had so many branches it was easy.
"Meg?" I said again.
"Over here." Her voice was louder now. I turned and found her struggling in a net of bark or something. I began ripping at it, but no use.
"On three, I push and you pull," said Meg. "One... Two... Three!"
I pulled at it as hard I could, my face going red from the strain. Nothing.
We were so concentrated on breaking Meg out of the net we didn't notice the animals until it was too late.
(January 3, 2015 - 2:15 pm)