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Dystopian Rp
Dystopian Rp
I get that these happen a lot, but:
It is the future.
Everyone must be the same.
If you are different, or have The Condition, you are sent to an experimental facility in the arctic.
So blend in.
Or be taken by the Holders.
Okay, so we are different/have The Condition (a disease that gives you complicated emotions + powers). The Holders take us to the experimental facility in the arctic where they basically imprison us and we have to escape. They also have the Temporary Cure, a liquid that takes away our powers for at least one hour.
Name: Experiment 13, River Beech
Age: 12 (make the age 12-13)
Appearance: Dark blonde hair, green eyes.
Personality: A genius. She's so smart it set her apart from everyone else, plus she's empathetic.
Does she have the condition or is she just different: She has The Condition and it gives her telekinesis.
submitted by Brookeira
(April 3, 2015 - 8:48 am)
(April 3, 2015 - 8:48 am)
(Okay, i just noticed the no more entries thing...can i still sqeeze in? If not void my post.)
(April 16, 2015 - 3:21 pm)
Sorry, Faye. The rp is speeding up, and I have to be firm about "no more entries."
(April 16, 2015 - 8:12 pm)
Okie :(
I might watch and see what happens. Maybe you could start a similar one sometime :(
(April 16, 2015 - 9:32 pm)
Hey Faye...I just had an idea. The rest of the characters are gearing up to escape the facility, so getting in on that part would be tough, but what do they find when they get out there?? If we end up meeting somebody outside the facility, that somebody could be Faye. What does everyone think?
(April 17, 2015 - 10:31 am)
Omigosh, that would be AMAZING
Could I have been an escapee? Like...Brainstorm!!!
Okay, so I was a 'test subject.' I was the first to ever enter the shocker, I didn't have the 'disease' or the 'condition' but the shocker did something that made me have my emotions back. I am still an expert fighter, but it's because I escaped, by sheer luck, and trained. Something like that...Is that okay????
(April 18, 2015 - 12:42 am)
Yes, the world will explode, and admins, you...rock!!!
And so do you Chatterboxers!
Admin
(April 18, 2015 - 12:44 am)
TOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!!!!! I like this RP way too much for it to die!! We were about to escape and everything! I don't have time for more than a frantic TOP right now, so somebody write! (Not necessarily Somebody! Could be another person!)
Koda says wead. Okay, Koda, either THAT STUFF IS DISGUSTING or you're trying to say "read" like a little captcha pup, which is rather adorable.
(April 21, 2015 - 10:02 am)
NNOOOOOOOO!!!!! Thread, I forbid you to die!!!! TOPTOPTOPTOPT!!!!!!
(April 22, 2015 - 3:50 pm)
"What are we going to do when we get out?"
S'Chenya stares at the tunnel. Her question rings in everyone's ears.
"We'll organize a rebellion," I finally say. "Bust the others out and overthrow the government, to make sure they cannot do this ever again."
Agreed, we start down the tunnel.
Neave. Maple. S'Chenya. River. Me.
We were us. Maple, Neave and S'Chenya were the nice ones, River was the smart one, I was the mean one. Despite myself, I start wondering what life wll be like without them.
We get out. The wind blows, but not too hard. The sun is setting in streaks of yellow, orange, pink and red. It's quite striking.
"Meet up here again in six months. As a progress check. If we're ready, we rebel then. If not, give it a couple more," Neave suggests.
"Yeah, that's a good idea," I say.
"So.. this is goodbye?" asks Maple.
"For now," River replies.
"For now," Maple says.
"For now!" S'Chenya says, more forcefully.
"FOR NOW!!" Neave yells.
I give them a smile. A real smile.
"For now," I tell them. Aylaline and I bat up and fly into the sunset.
THE END
Or is it...?
Of course it isn't! S'Chenya needs to find her ancestry; Maple her name. And they all need to rebel! And when is Faye going to come in?
So you know what this calls for?
A SEQUEL!!!!!
(April 22, 2015 - 7:00 pm)
I watch them go...
Over. Done. Free. What other words can express it?
Happiness. That word. Strange, it seems. Never felt it.
But I feel it now.
No captivity, no... I don't know.
But.... It's end. End. That's the word.
We ended it.
A short story, it seems.
But...
I'm not done.
I'm at a end, but I'm not done.
Over. Done. Free. None of those.
I stilll have something to do.
Rebel.
Goodbye, for now. We meet again. For now, for now, for now. Yes.
"They have left. They will cause distructions." A man says.
"Jackson, sir..." Another pleads. "She was... Your daughter.
"Enough foolishness! We need them. For tests. Nothing can.... 'Nothing can stop us'. " Jackson replies forcibly.
"But first... Let's get a bate. Let's get the girl's sister. Then let's see what happens."
Part two of the 'book', AKA rp.
Six months. Six months since we parted. I have lived a long time in this wilderness.
There is noone else alive. At least, that I know of.
Nothing.
I wonder if the others are still alive.
It was strange, that moment. I had to part with Tails... What if... No. Don't think. Just move on.
Why won't they come? W-
"Switch? It's me. Tails."
"Tails? Oh my goodness, you came!" I hug her, my eyes getting slightly watering.
She has grown, that's for sure. Her hair is a bit more wild, and her 'tails' are getting longer.
"Hey, your hair seems a bit more transparent." Tails jokes. I laugh.
To be honest, I never change. It's just a side affect of being able to change apperances by myself. I don't change... In height. How normal people do. I can make myself taller, but it's not the same as my body actually needing to grow taller.
Then bursts out Bat... Bat... She has a slight frantic face on.
"Bat! Bat... What's the 'atter?"
"My sister... Gone... Stolen... I.. I do.... I don't kno... know..." She falls to the ground.
Her sister. How could that happen?
The it hit me.
The Holders. Jackson.
(April 22, 2015 - 9:07 pm)
By the way, S'Chenya doesn't have hair, just her lekku and a leather hat-type thing (a recent addition).
~S'Chenya~
One of my better attributes is that I am calm in a crisis, which this definitely is. Without even meaning to, I've started thinking about Vila and Ayla not as blood-sucking tormentors but as friends. I truly believe that at least Vila has changed. Instead of nasty and spiteful, she's canny, sympathetic, even generous. She has an laid-back, sarcastic manner that makes her very fun to be around. To see her like this, distraught, and to hear Ayla's gone...Definitely a crisis. The worst in six months, worse even than the time I got hypothermia by mistake and only a timely appearance by Maple saved my life! The planned rebellion is bigger than any one of us. If we are recaptured, that bigger hope is gone.
"What do we do?" I can't keep the worry out of my voice.
Neave is opening her mouth to answer when we hear a sudden voice, one that is gladly familiar. "Tails! Switch! Vila- oh, Vila, what happened?" It's River! She's back too! Despite the dire situation, my heart leaps at the sight of her. But her happy grin dissolves when she spots Vila on the ground unconscious. River runs over to us as Neave replies, "I don't know. I think she might have been running, too hard for too long. But the bigger problem is Ayla's been captured and we think it was the Holders!"
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Sorry, not much new plot. By the way, is it possible that our powers (for those of us who have them) grow stronger as we get older? Just a thought.
(April 24, 2015 - 8:41 am)
TOOOOOOP NOOOOOOW
Vilaline~
I read her expression. It tells me all I need to know.
I screech.
"Vilaline! Vilaline! Calm down for just one second! I promise we'll get her back!" S'Chenya calls. She's right, really. That was pretty immature. I exhale. "Okay. So my little sister was taken AGAIN by the Holders, and not everyone is still--"
Maple's wings rustle. Outside of the range of human hearing, but not out of that of a bat's. She lands softly. "Hello, Maple," I say without turning.
"Hi," she replies. "River's on her way! She should be here in--"
The branches very audibly rustle and out comes River.
"Okay! We're all here!" Neave says. "Now right down to business. Aylaline has been captured by the Holders and we need to get her OUT!!!"
"Oh yes, and the rebellion. Any support yet? I myself have gotten a colony of bats for us."
The rest of them shake their heads.
Then the leaves rustle AGAIN. I whip around. A girl comes out of the bushes.
"Hello," she says. "I'm Faye."
(April 24, 2015 - 10:48 am)
Faye~
"Hello, Im Faye."
"Who are you?" S'chenya asks.
"Faye..." I say, then add, "Expiriment number zero."
A gasp rippled through the group, "Wait,.what?"
"Ill tell you more, right now, you need to come with me."
"How can we trust you?" Vilaine asks.
"You don't have a choice." i say, and with that, they follow me. "I never had the disease or the condition," I start, "I was just 'normal' and I was used to test everything. Even the shocker." The girls gasp. "My first time, it was so powerful..." I pause for effect, "The pain was unbearable, and I died...in the moment I died, I gained my conciousness, my emotions. Then I came back. Red was standing over me, and he seemed glad I was not dead. I knew otherwise, but he didn't know the fact that i'd gotten everything back." I lift up a wooden plank and usher the girls under it, underground, into blackness, they don't say a word. I continue, "As soon as they took me out of the straps I was a whir, everyone in the room had a broken nose when I was done with them." I give a small smile in the darkness. "And then I escaped, I was so fast no one could catch me, I was confused, but enjoying it." I hold my hand out in front of me and it comes to an abrupt stop. "I also...stole the 'uncure.' It gives you feelings, they used it on me. I came here and reproduced it, and used it on," I open the door and the dusky hall fills with light. The room is a huge train station, abandoned, but filled. Filled with people, kids and adults alike, "Them," I finish, and smile. Then I usher them in. "Welcome, to the Rebellion."
(April 24, 2015 - 1:51 pm)
~S'Chenya~
Mere words cannot describe my shock, nor can they describe the bubble of hope swelling in my chest. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. What we thought we'd have to do ourselves. Most of the people are looking at us, and we are looking at them: meeting of gazes, meeting of minds for a common cause. They wear the standard-issue Conformity apparel in a dazzling rainbow of colors, marking the fashions at the time they joined the Rebellion. Men, women, teenagers, elders, boys, girls, babes in arms...I have never seen such an array of glorious diversity in all my life. It is simply breathtaking.
River is the only one of us five who doesn't appear awestruck. She's deep in thought, slowly teasing out an idea with that great genius brain of hers. "Hey Faye," she asks, still pensive, "I wonder what would happen if we took the Uncure? We've already got the Condition. Would it...I don't know, make our powers stronger?"
Faye frowns. "No idea. It may be dangerous. You might get over-emotional or something."
"Point taken. But if it works, if it amplifies Condition-related powers without too many side effects..." She trails off, but I hear the weight of possibility in her voice.
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By the way, I imagine Conformity clothing to be all the same in terms of style, but in many different colors. Trends regarding color change week by week, sometimes even day by day; bad things happen to trendbreakers and those who fall too far behind the times.
Koda says ogfa. Are you trying to say fog in Pig Latin, Koda?
(April 25, 2015 - 7:19 pm)
TOP. NO. DYING. ALLOWED.
(April 26, 2015 - 9:41 pm)