I kinda got banned from the computer for a while, so I won't be able to post much until a week is up.  This'll be brief.

~Apollo~

I skipped school again today.  Nothing there but bullies, and I can learn more on my own.  I was looking for an old man named Alec Van Rizcal.  My parents think he's nuts, along with everyone else, but I want to learn more about what earth is like.  It's silly, of course, but I've always wanted to go to earth.  What's it like on the ground?

Shaking away these thoughts, I walked on.   Then I saw a girl up ahead stumble.  Valenara! She usually didn't come to school, either, and was also very shy.  She always seemed so mysterious, like she was hiding something.  But what?

Without thinking, I put out my hands and caught Valenara.  "Careful!" I said, then fast-walked away.  Ugh!  So embarassing.  What was wrong with me?  Valenara probably hated me now.  To her, I was probably just a creepy, red-eyed dork.

Finally, I looked up-- there was Alec.  He was talking to an oddly-dressed girl I didn't know.

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My parents are back.  Gotta go! 

The school bell rang. Kids left in droves and looked jealously at Valenara, who was a Schoolhomer and always finished early. A floating man floated alongside Valenara as she walked home, looking at her curiously. The human side of her grew nervous but was overridden by her placid robotic calm.

"What is your name?" he asked as he floated away from a girl in bizarre clothing.

Valenara's eye sheaths narrowed. "Why do you ask?"

Suddenly the man poked her in the side of the chest.

A cyborg's Achilles' heel.

Her skin shimmered like liquid glass and rippled, showing the mechanisms in her body. Within seconds she looked normal, but her human side overrode her robot side and she looked aghast.

"A cyborg," he whispered, "I haven't seen the likes of you in years."

Er - I'm late to the party, but could I join?

Name: Mercir Zechamin

Age: 14

Appearance: Short-cropped black hair, tanned skin with a few freckles,  green/blue eyes. His left leg is a prosthetic, and while it works well enough, he still walks sort of slowly. Usually dresses quite formally. 

Personality: Forgetful and kind of self-important, but usually quite easy-going and friendly. He likes to talk to people, but he's also kind of concerned for his status. Very ambitious.

Background: His father runs a secret library called the Archives, an attempt at retaining history that occured before the destruction of the earth; Mercir is extremely embarrassed about this because he doesn't believe the histories are worth saving.

(Hey anybody mind if I jump in? Here's my character:

Name: Lyra Moondrift

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Long blonde curly/tousled hair, tall, piercing "ice blue" eyes, fair skin.

Personality: Stubborn, strong-willed, but soft-hearted if you get what I mean. Kindly. Very athletic, with a short attention span. Very curious too.

I would be very happy if you let me join in please!!! :D) 

June~

As I waited for my friend's mom, I saw an old man talking to strangely-dressed girl. What was his name? Alex? Alec? I knew he was probably crazy. He used to say he was part of World War IV. Pfft. Yeah, right.

Maya, my best friend, was standing beside me. She snorted. "That guy is insane. I mean, seriously."

I smirked. "So, you've sent out the invitations?"

Maya looked at me. "Yep, to all the girls in our group. Oh, and the people in Stephen's group." She got a dreamy look in her eyes. I knew she was madly in love with Stephen, who was the most popular boy in our school. And, of course, I was the most popular girl, alonside Maya.

Maya's Mom drove up, and we got in the Hovercar. She drove us to the big Expo center, where we were going to have our party. When we stepped in, I sucked in a breath. It was, like, totally awesome. The crew we hired were hanging up streamers and banners. In one corner there was a fountain that would spew out chocolate. A table was on the other side. That's where we'd put the food. At the very back, the DJ team was setting up their stuff.

"Wow," I said. "This is totally amazing. I can't wait for tonight."

Maya nodded and flipped her hair. "This is going to be one wicked good party."

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There! Hope you guys like it! You know, I was thinking maybe one of you guys' characters could secretly come to the party, or maybe one of you guys were invited. And then something big could happen. I don't know, just throwing ideas around.

Adition: Gina's dream is to be a real girl. (haha just realized tha'ts like Penochio! did I spell that right? No.)

~Gina~

I float around the streets of our sky-city, gazing at the smooth buildings, the rusting waste. I look at the people, too. I love the way they move, they way they seem so... so... alive. It's hard being a robot. If only I were a real girl, my life would be complete. I wonder how it feels, having emotions, requiring survival, and most of all, being cared about. I'm just a test robot, too slow with my humanlike hair, too hypnotic with my eyes. So the people have me do all the dirty work, containening the waste, cleaning the town. Why do I have to be a robot?

My thoughts are broken by a lazer weapon pierceing my chest, but I do nothing. It's just the people's way of whipping me like a horse. "Get back to the waste, Gina," my master tells me, glaring. I know I could get him to kill himself or release me, but I would be in even more trouble then. So I shoot him a glare and zoom towards the waste, at top speed. Idiot.

The waste is under the city where all of the old rusty metal and, well, waste goes. I'm the one to contain the waste, so it doesn't start falling to earth. At the heart of our city, far underground, is a gigantic machine, run by the One of the Waste, which is almost like a core to the city, making it's own gravity. Ledgend has it, the One of the waste is all powerful, and can do anything. I wonder if he can make me a real girl. There are some advantages to being a robot, though. For one thing I can melt right through the waste, but nothing else, with my lazer eyes. And every time I contain the waste, I look for the One's entrence. I have been feeling strange vibrations and waves in the air. I think I'm getting close.

@everybody

Maybe one of you could secretley be the One of the Waste? 

Mercir~ 

My sister made me do it!!! (But this RP is awesome anyway!)

Name: Orykell, which, in his language, means "metal."

Age: Nobody knows. Probably millennia.

Appearance: An absolutely immense dragon, clad in scales that all appear to be made of really old metal. Some look like copper long since oxidized, some like tarnished silver, some like beat-up titanium, some like rusted steel. He has never had wings, or want of them. If you approached him, you'd most likely think he was either a pile of metal or dead, which he is actually very close to being. Most of the time he "sleeps," in a state somewhere between life and death, but lately he's been waking more often.

Personality: Incredibly wise and learned, but also "defeated" in a way. His body has grown so worn out that it's nearly impossible for him to move it anymore, so he is a little bit apathetic and self-pitying. Has left behind all hatred long ago, and thus is willing to help anyone who needs it.

Other: is the fabled One of the Waste. Lives in a super-secret cavern far beneath the surface of the city.  

~Orykell~

She has been getting closer every day. Indeed, that is how I count the days now: when I feel the boring-into-rock of the robot containing the waste, I know another one has passed on the surface. It took some practice to notice something so small when I have become used to simply being the city. For a long time I was a dragon, and then when I took my place here as the One of the Waste, I was not. I was dragon no longer; I was the city, with all its rock and buildings and ambient power. But now, as she comes closer to the cave where my old body lies, I become more and more aware of her. I can become aware of a single mind within the many, but it means focus at the exclusion of many other things. The city and I are almost the same entity. It cannot run without me; I cannot survive without it. I no longer know how my old body stays alive. I no longer care. The city's cares are my cares. Its troubles are my troubles, its joys are my joys. If the city can be said to possess a mind, surely I am that mind. But somehow a tiny thread of connection to my old body remains. More and more often I am pulled back to it, to use it to perceive instead of using the city as I usually do. If she breaches the cavern and discovers it, what will she do? Will she destroy it? Try to talk to me through it? Take the scales for scrap metal? 

As much as I may like to be fully one with the city, I have no idea how. My body still provides what little sustenance I need. I cannot let it be destroyed. Should I let her find the cavern? Should I try to talk to her before she reaches it? I can use her speech, of course (I know every language ever spoken in this city), but what would I say? And then it happens: another one of those pulses from below, sending small vibrations through the city. They are what has so often been waking my body, and I doubt that they can be good. The last time I felt anything like this, the singularity-stabilization machinery had malfunctioned, and I had to enter it and calm it down before the city was ripped asunder. These come from outside, from the big planet. I wonder if the girl-robot knows anything about them?

A line of intense heat through air, rock, and refuse. It is her again, close. Too close, closer than I thought. I must tell her. I must warn her of what it would mean to the city if I died.

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Back to you, Little Sister.