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Dystopian RP
I know I haven't been on here for a while; I really am going to try to post more often... Anyway, I thought it would be cool to do a dystopian RP. But we have to make up what the world is like before we start soooo any ideas? :)
submitted by Elizabeth, age 15
(May 26, 2014 - 12:47 pm)
(May 26, 2014 - 12:47 pm)
So is this acceptable to everyone?
(June 12, 2014 - 6:17 pm)
I say yes!
(June 12, 2014 - 10:37 pm)
Here's my character!
Name: Julien Hale
Age: 15
Appearance: Military-style haircut (as is regulation in this world), dark blonde hair. Relatively tall. Not very physically fit (I assume that none of the characters really will be, at least at first). Grey eyes, and eyebrows that make him look pereptually angry/extremely focused. High cheekbones and handsome face.
Personality: Cynical, snide, but looking for friends. Bored of his monotonous life in the complex, but doesn't know how he can change it. He cracks jokes often, usually at the expense of others, and becomes very proud and defensive when his family/friends or himself are criticized, but he doesn't mean to hurt anybody, it's just the only way he knows how to act. Very good at analyzing details but isn't often willing to for the benefit of others.
(June 13, 2014 - 12:39 pm)
Here's my character:
Name: Tristy Fride
Age: 13 1/2
Appearance: sparkling blue eyes, rosy cheeks, long blond hair that reaches her waist
Personality: Tristy just CANNOT stop talking! She's extremely friendly and is an optimist. She's good at art and loves making collages. People tend to yell at Tristy a lot.
(June 13, 2014 - 6:13 pm)
Name: Jessica Burn
Age: 14
Appearance: Long blonde hair pulled back in a pontail with strands framing either side of her face, and a set of bangs. Blue-grey eyes, very pale, white skin, somewhat natural but also due to lack of sun, pale pink lips, usually a tranquil yet curious expression on her face. Average to lower range height, a little on the thinner side, wiry.
Personality: Friendly, yet keeps her secrets. Isn't really afraid of a risk. Confident. Pretty smart, more the nerdy brainy type.
Can't wait to start!
(June 13, 2014 - 8:29 pm)
They're all blonde . . .
(June 16, 2014 - 10:31 am)
*snorts and giggles* I find that fact absolutely hilarious! Perhaps I am rubbing off on people.
So... should we go ahead and start?
(June 16, 2014 - 2:43 pm)
Glub.
Name: Juliette Hickory
Age: 15
Appearence: She's a natural blonde, but she died her hair red with purple tips. The hairstyle is similar to an emo haircut. She's not really a big emo person, she just likes the hair and thinks it represents her well. Brown eyes. Pale skin. Dark red lips. Slim. Medium height. Good features. Black jeans. Black combat boots with studs on the toe. Purple unbuttoned plaid shirt. Pink cami. (Mel has a shirt similar to this)
Personiality: Seems mean and cold at first. She snaps a lot. Doesn't let anyone hold her back. If she warms up to you, she's nice, caring, and sweet. A romantic at heart. Cares for family a lot. Funny. A tad bipolar. A rocker and rebel. Like I said, she can seem intimidating, but she really is much different once you get to know her.
I think this charrie is way different from my others. I like her though!
(June 16, 2014 - 3:58 pm)
Sorry, haven't been on here in a while. Busy days ahead...
Name: Ebony Ford
Age: 15
Appearance: Long, ink-black hair that becomes a lighter brown at the bottom, dark blue eyes, pale skin, slim, rather tall. She likes to wear black.
Personality: She's a rebel, and likes to break rules, but not exactly crazy. Just is a natural rebel. Very stubborn, and a loner, so doesn't really llike other people. She has run away multiple times, but usually gets caught by the police. Also a bit cocky. Once she has done something once, or has suceeded in the thing so far, she will push it to the limit.
There's Ebony! I loved her name, and then I decided to twist it into something else. Hope everyone likes it!
(June 18, 2014 - 11:39 am)
Sorry, but can we start soon? It's been awhile since I've done a role play, and I would love to start soon!
(June 17, 2014 - 3:21 pm)
Yes, let's! If Zach wants to, I'll let him kick it off, but if he doesn't write soon, I suppose anyone can.
(June 17, 2014 - 5:45 pm)
Yes. Sorry. Starting. Thank you.
- Julien -
It was when they took my grandparents away I decided I had to get out.
I'd been bored of the complex for quite some time. There's not much to do here, unless you're interested in reading, like my mother, or working out obsessively, like my father. There's school, but I stopped attending at age ten along with most everybody I know. There's no point in learning if you don't need an education for any reason. If you don't need to support your family; don't need to support yourself or even have a job at all. So I mostly spend my time watching the net feeds and exploring the complex trying to find something, anything, interesting to do.
Spoiler alert: There aren't any.
I live in a relatively small three-room residence, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room with a cot and a folding couch. With a family of three it's not desperately hard to fit. My grandparents live a few Sections over, with a little two-room setup. (Their living room serves as both bedroom and kitchen.)
One day we got an alert over the net. My father was in the gym but Mother and I left immediately. It took us maybe fifteen to twenty minutes to reach their Section. In that time thru had already gone.
The alert read:
Dear Hale family,
As of today the thirty-first of December of the year 2472 Angelina and Frederick Hale have been determined to belong to the official elderly and as such have been relocated to the fourth complex. Visits between complexes are not allowed. You will be allowed a single correspondence to say your goodbyes. Thank you for your cooperation.
My mother, of course, was distraught; I was more thoughtful. It made me think. There had to be places between the complexes. What secrets did they hide? Why were the common people not allowed to traverse them? I knew government workers lived outside the complex. Where did they live? Why weren't we allowed outside? Why did men in black stand at the exits and junctions, why did our doors lock automatically at night, why was there an established curfew? What reason could there possibly be for it?
I was drowning in too many questions. The answers slipped away from me like silvery bubbles streaming through my fingers, towards the sunlit surface I could not reach.
It's not that I hadn't asked these questions before. I had, many times. But I'd never before been so desperate to know. I suddenly needed answers.
That night I gathered my belongings. I planned to leave early the next morning, when the doors unlocked at 5:30 A.M.
(June 18, 2014 - 1:24 pm)
@ Zach: No worries! Everyone's been busy.
Jessica ~
I wasn't totally sure when I decided I wanted to leave. I'd been edgy for a while. Maybe it was when they wanted to transfer me to a different complex. I had pretty poor eyesight, yet I was smart. They liked the latter aspect about me. I wasn't sure why. It didn't seem like they needed a whole lot of brainy people, they didn't do much at this place. Plus, I hated the idea of leaving my family for something just as boring.
I spent most of my time reading and studying. Most kids stopped school at age ten. I stopped going to school, but I hadn't stopped learning. I was determined to put my mind to use for some reason.
When the message came, I don't really remember my parents' reactions. I think they were happy. I'd always sort of been invisible to them, and to know their daughter was "gifted" pleased them for some reason. I immediately headed for my room, gathering my things in my messenger bag, flopped down on the bed still dressed, and waited for morning.
(June 18, 2014 - 6:19 pm)
Yay it's starting!
Juilette--
They did it. They pushed my buttons. This stupid civilization pushed it. They took my family and put them into another complex. Apparently, they broke the rules or something. I was hidden in the closet. I was having a bit of a mental breakdown beforehand. Girl problems.
But gosh. They took them by force. They swore they didn't do anything wrong. But, they had to go to the bad complex. The cruddy complex.
The complex for the poor and delinquents. The ones who broke the rules. I'm not sure which rule.
The screaming. I'll never get it out of my mind. My little sister, she was crying. My parents told them not to harm her. I heard a slap. They never broke. They never told about me.
They made them leave everything behind for worse stuff.
They made them leave me behind.
Even with the pain, I wish I was there. I should've been with them! Stupid government. What did they do wrong? What's as bad as what the government is doing to us? Keeping us practically locked in.
I slowly crawled out of the closet.
"Mom? Dad? Lizzy?" No answer. Dead silence.
Papers were all over the place. Glass was broken. It was a mess. Lizzy's teddy bear on the ground, little specks of blood on it.
I picked up the bear and hugged it.
I went into my room and prepared. Time to set things right.
(June 18, 2014 - 7:48 pm)
Tristy
"Tristy, we have to talk to you." My mom sat down on the bed beside me where I was bouncing. I wondered what she was going to tell me.
My mom lowered her voice to a whisper. "Things have been getting bad here, Tristy. People have been disappearing, moved to other complexes." She took a deep breath. "We might be next."
I laughed. "Mom, the government would never do anything bad to us." I began humming the tunes to my favorite song.
"No, Tristy." Mom took my shoulders and faced me towards her. I stopped bouncing immediately. I knew she was now serious.
"Tonight, Tristy." Mom's eyes were welling with tears. "You need to run away. I'll help you pack. You must not tell anyone, even your friends."
For once, I was speechless. I was running away from the complex. My life was perfect. And all of a sudden it got flipped upside down. Mom let go of my shoulders. She caught me in a tight hug. "I love you, Tristy."
(June 19, 2014 - 11:41 am)