Okay, I think we have enough people to start now! If you join late, that's OK; you can discover the door after the others have gone through.

~Rena~

It was a good dream. Small, simple, but pleasant. It was something to do with an apple orchard . . . combined with me solving indisputably the 'why is a raven like a writing desk' riddle from Alice in Wonderland. . . and there may or may not have been some mention of riding a turtle- but nevermind, the point is, I'm definitely not dreaming anymore. I'm lying awake in my bed, thinking- a bad business, thinking is, especially when one is home alone. You see, I woke up seemingly for no reason. And something that I discovered very recently is that when you are alone 'no reason' doesn't work for long, and your mind makes up all these awful ideas in place of 'no reason' and pretty soon 'no reason' turns into a whole squad of boogymen with swords riding man-eating horses, and oh, what if the horses knock over Nana's favorite vase? And even if it isn't that, what business does a noise have to be made downstairs in my house in the middle of the night?

After that, of course, I open my eyes. To my relief I see that it isn't indeed nighttime- it's early in the morning; and who ever heard of boogymen early in the morning?

I take a deep breath and gather my thoughts. I'm being silly. So, so silly. I continue thinking this as I rise from my bed and gaze out my window. It really is a beautiful morning. All grey and overcast with the moon still bright, but with tiny hints of pink and orange on the horizon. The birds are just beginning to sing, their bright voices filling the air and welcoming the new day.

I'm just starting to forget my worries and plan breakfast (oatmeal with berries, orange juice, and eggs, and toast if you're interested), when I hear light, chiming music from downstairs.

It's sweet and soft, and it seems to drift on the slight breeze that is ruffling my blue hair. It's so mesmerizing in fact, so calming, that I forget to panic for five whole minutes.

I'll skip ahead this time, as me sitting with my mouth open is hardly action-packed, and fast forward to when I pick up my tennis racket from the corner of my bedroom, and inch, heart beating fast, towards my door.

I tiptoe lightly down my stairs, weapon raised defensively. The music grows quieter, and lower in key. Almost menacing- but enticing, too.

"Hello?" I breath into the cold air. Air, I decide, much too cold for the warm summer evenings we've been having. "Anybody there?" 

An then I spot it. The door at the foot of my stairs. A faint golden light is emanating from it, the music is louder, now.

A dog barks in the distance, breaking my trance. I turn and scrabble up to my room again, slamming my door shut.

I run to my desk and clutch at my phone, my trembling fingers struggling to dial the right number.

"Hello?" 

"Maia, sorry if I woke you up," I say, trying to keep my voice calm, "hey, could you get over here? Something really weird happened."

"Sure . . . You okay?"

"Yeah. Wait a sec, there's someone on the other line." I press a few buttons. 

"Hello ma'am, would you like to save up to 13% on a subscription to Life of Fishermen today? If you sign on now, I can garant-"

Well, I'm not proud of how I acted. I'm not proud of the screaming, the insults, the rudeness, or waking up the neighbors; and I'm definitely not proud of the vows of revenge. 

But I still did all that.

I switched over to the other line, slightly out of breath. "Hi, again, Maia, sorry about that; telemarketer. Anyway, bye. Please hurry over. Thanks so much." 

"Bye."

I dial Sophie's number; a similar conversation ensues; thankfully, without the offer of 13% off a magazine subscription.

"Okay, I'll get over there soon; see you." She says.

And then I'm alone.

The music has faded, slightly, but it's still there. I huddle in the corner of my bed and wait. 

Name: Rainn Lief

Age: 14 (almost, her birthday will happen during this RP)

Appearance: Raven blue-black hair, with the ends dyed cobalt blue, in a braid, wearing a black and white silk pajama suite (you know what I'm talking about, right? Just got outta bed), petite, yet extremely tall, pale skin, silver eyes, with gold flecks, always has a pocketwatch, around her neck,like a necklace.

Personality: Quite, shy, hardly speaks, emotional, yet hides it, but funny and sarcastic when with friends.

Any special power?: Yes, she can hypnotize people. It's just a gift, she never told anyone about it. It also has to do with her soft, monotone voice, and her eyes.

Weakness: Showing feeling

Other: Comes from a rich family, and hates it. Is an only child. 

I quickly get dressed after getting the phone call. What could be bothering Rena? She's normally pretty calm.

It's nothing, I think. She probably just wanted to have a better discussion than a phone call. The explination doesn't really make sense, but I don't have time to think up a better one. I grab an apple from the kitchen counter as I fly out the door.

I'm moderatly jogging, but I've already passed about ten frazzled-looking people. And yet Dad was worried about me not practicing enough for the cross-country meet. I smile as the wind whips my hair against my face.

209...210...211!

I run up and ring Rena's doorbell. She doesn't awnser right away, so I ring it again. And again.

"You don't have to do that. I heard you," Rena says in a snappy way as she opens the door. Something is most definitly not right. Rena never talks to me that way.

"So, what is it?"

"What is what?"

"The reason you called me here!" I'm starting to get impaitent. Did she just call me here for nothing?

"Oh! Right. Follow me. You're not going to belive this," she tells me, all snappiness gone. I follow her to the staircase, which looks pretty normal. But then she points to something and I gasp.

For there is a green door, glowing softly. And there's tinkling music wafting from it. 

Yes, come on, stop stalling, dears! That music is too beautiful to hear! Come on, come on, step through the door! It only leads to....

"The first floor"!

Top

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Only three. Only three.

Well, three is better than nothing, I suppose. But I can't have them go to the same space. No, because they have powers.

The first girl walks in.

eenie, meenie, minie, attic!

I wave my hand, and the girl is transported to... the spider amusement park.

The second girl goes in.

eenie, meenie, minie, ocean!

I wave my hand, and she is transported to an underwater town.

The last one goes in.

eenie, meenie, minie, jungle!

I wave my hand, and she is transported to a jungle... with cannibals.

Spider Amusement Park:

All of the vendors are acrumantalas, except for a select few. All the rides have spiders hidden in them; for example, the ride where you're spun around and around has seats that are in the shape of spiders.

Underwater Town:

Guarded by merpeople. The whole town is protected by ginourmus bubbles so the civilans can breathe.

Jungle:
A normal jungle. It has all of the poisonus things, however, and there are soo many of them. Not one inch of the forest is poison free... except for the cannibal town. But, of course, that's not much better.

Hee, he, hee! Let's see them get out of these!