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True Self RP!
True Self RP!
I'm going to try to start an RP. None of mine have ever really been successful... So: please join!
I have a true self. As in, my bitter, dark side as opposed to my sweet, tiny little girl side.
Let's have our true selves go on an adventure!
Sheet:
Name:
Age (optional):
Appearance:
Personality:
Other / Powers:
And you can do it for your normal self, if you want.
Name: Rosemary
Age (optional): Uhhhhhhhh
Appearance: She's in the form of a porcelain doll. Her hair is black, with bangs, and ringlets to the middle of her back. Her eyes are bluish-redish, and her skin is all peeling and cracked. She wears a pink, kinda victorian era dress that laces up the back.
Personality: Quiet and creepy, but be careful- if you anger her the slightest bit, she's burst into a flying rage: not a good thing.
Other / Powers: When she gets angry, her eyes turn red and she gives them various wraths. Nasty.
Our various True Selves are going to school together! A normal middle school/ high school (we'll dicide). Dun dun DUN!!
submitted by Little Sister, age dundunDUN!, and Rosemary...
(May 21, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
(May 21, 2015 - 8:34 pm)
I shrug.
"I don't know! It could be in the middle of Antartica!" I exclaim.
"Well, if it was, we wouldn't be taking a bus," Maeve remarks. "I say it would be maybe a few more hours, seeing how obscure the school sounds."
"I agree," Annette replies, who was still waiting for someone to pick up the phone.
"How did you get your parents to allow you to go to the school?" Maeve asks, looking at me intently.
"Er..." I rub the back of my neck. "I kinda sorda didn't tell my parents and... Uh... I went to the bus stop without their consent."
Maeve looks at me with surprise.
"Really? Did you even think that through?" Maeve demands.
"Not that I think of it..." I blush. "I didn't."
"So, you probably now have your parents looking for you," comments Annette, giving the phone back to Meave.
"But I am still happy I decided to go," I insist. "If I wouldn't, I would still have to go to a nerd school meant for people way more smarter than I am."
I lay calmly back into my seat, but my couragous gesture does not meet my true, absoluetly frightened thoughts.
(May 30, 2015 - 8:33 pm)
Great job, Danie! Just for future reference, though, it's spelled Maeve, not Meave. I like to think of it as M-A-and then the word "eve." {:
I just fixed the spelling.
Admin
(May 31, 2015 - 11:51 am)
OMG IM SORRY MY INTERNET GOT ALL WONKY AND I COULDN'T WRITE FOR A WHILE //cries//
Rosemary~
I
can't believe it. I'm so late, I figure there's nothing for it but not
to go at all, to the first day, at least. Anyway, I'm taking time to get
used to a human body.
The next day, I'm up at 5:30, taking off
my pink Victorian dress and pulling on the most human clothes I can
think of: black socks with a pattern on them, of the bones in a human's
legs. These are held with elastic, clip-on straps to some shorts
underneath my dress. The lavender sweater dress goes about four inches
above my knees, and I'm sure the studded shoulders and the upside-down
cross on it will be completley normal.
Although I must admit, my old owner (when I was a doll) did get multiple comments that included the words "pastel goth".
I walk down the street to the bus stop, and am surprised to find another girl already standing there.
"Oh, hello!" she says. "Are you part of the True Self experiment?"
"Yes," I reply. I'm doing my best not to stare. Our styles couldn't be more different.
"My name's Emily," she says, holding out a thin, pale hand.
"Rosemary," I hiss, not taking it.
Within a few minutes, more people have showed up.
They're chattering away, but nobody is paying attention to me- or Emily.
I avoid her eyes as I pass the empty seat next to her to go sit at the back of the bus... Alone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don't worry, Rosemary doesn't hate Emily!
(May 30, 2015 - 9:41 pm)
Selphi~
Oh [bleep], I'm late.
I run to the train station. 6:59:07.
[bleep]
Oh thank the divine forces if any exist, I just make it on the bus and front roll onto the first empty seat I can find.
Holy [bleep], that was close.
I realize I left my notepad at home.
[bleep]
Oh, good, I have a backup notebook.
For [bleep]'s sake, Selphi, you are a [bleep] idiot. Well at least you had a backup.
I start doodling Bill Cipher, tuning out the usual bus yelling. But... there isn't any.
What the [bleep]?
There's usually bus yelling, but it's almost silent on the bus.
Of course. They're not familiar with one another.
Well, I'm not complaining. It's nice it have some QUIET for once. Ah, getting away from those idiots on the school bus.
Just wait, Selphi. They'll get to know one another and then it'll be the [bleep] school bus all over again. You'll be the odd one out again. But hey, that ain't bad. Sane people are complicated. Best not to take chances.
__________________________________________________________
So there you have it... a glimpse into the mind of Somebody.
(May 31, 2015 - 1:35 am)
*Adeline*
I sit down next to Scarlet, mostly because I don't have another place to sit. Dainelle is sitting with some other girls, and I've neveer met any of the other girls. I pull out my notebook, and start writing a poem, as Scarlet does the same.
Minty fresh, the grass grows lushly
Past the hums and beeps.
The birds they chirp, the wind blows softly
Past the world where noone sleeps.
I pause to look over at Scarlets poem.
It's filled with death and anger and morbid things.
I stare at the aisle because Scarlet's blocking the window, smiling hopefully at anyone who catches my eye. But they all turn away, or bury their noses in books, or whatever. One tries to disappear behind her book when two other meanies tease her outfit.
'That isn't nice!" I tell them, frowning. One of them points at me and whispers, and the other one laughs, a horrible, terrible sound. I bite my bottom lip and stare at my shoes.
Scarlet
I slid into my seat, and my tagalong twin slides in next to me. I glare and take out my poetry notebook.
Standing at the chasam of my hopes and dreams,
Lava bubbles up inside of me.
They're being unfair, and noone cares!
Why can't they just see?
My life is a monster, my feelings are fire
The haters, they feed them, the flames, they go higher,
I catch Adeline glaning at my poem and turn away. After finishing my poem, I stare out the window, thoughts of hatred and revenge filling me. Adeline scolds two girls who are teasing this other defenseless one, and one of them turns and whispers "Oh look, the baby loser's trying to stick her old fashioned nose into our buisness," and I slowly turn around and glare. Very hard.
"What did you just say?" I growl, teeth clenched.
"I said-" The girl says in a smart alecky way, but before she can finish she doubles over with pain, one of my fires blooming inside her.
"Scarly stop! Please please stop! You're hurting her!" I stop the pain flow and turn to my sister, who's in tears.
"But they hurt you!" I say, confused. She shakes her head at me and frowns.
(May 31, 2015 - 8:52 pm)
My chin drops, watching the scene unfold.
"My my, I thought I was the only weird one here..." I mutter. And then I realize the facts.
Everyone is weird. Everyone has some kind of strangness about them. Head to toes of weird. I blink.
I find the twins the creepiest. Adeline is sweet and nice, but so... Ghostly.
"Hey, I don't mean to mind, but did you just make her have pain?" I ask one of the twins, the one with a slight dark attitude. Her eyes narrow.
"You have a problem with that, kid?" She snarls. I see her hands fly up, probably going to do that pain thing to me, but Adeline stops her.
"Don't hurt Danielle!" She exclaims, pulling Angry back. I blink again and feel myself struggling to resist my rage. I notice my hair turn slightly red, and I shake it out.
Everyone on the bus is watching now, and the first rude girls are whispering. Old-fashioned bookworm who was bullied before buries her nose deeper into a book. I feel eyes burning into the back of my head.
"Fine, twin. I won't make her pay for it this time." She raises her hand slightly, just to make me have a slight pinching pain on my stomach. "But be careful."
I feel my hair go pure red, a sign that my anger won't be held. I bury my hands into the bus seat, pulling out some of the stuffing in the process. I hiss slightly.
"Danie? Danie are you okay?" It's Meave. I turn to them, touching my head and realizing i already grew taller.
hey, Danie, it's Melopie. Make her pay.
No thank you, Melopie, I'm quite fine.
Don't be a fool, stupid. She is a rude idiot wanting some attention.
I said i'm FINE, MELOPIE!
my nostrils flare and I scratch into the chair, scraping my feet against the floor.
"Are you okay? Danie?!" Annette reaches toward me, her eyes showing pure worry... Or maybe fear?
now everyone will think you are just like her. look around. Everyone is staring at you.
Melopie, for once, I will not listen to you.
I'm not sure you have a choice anymore. Your rage has gone way to up for you to come back down.
(May 31, 2015 - 11:15 pm)
.:Maeve:.
"Danie? Danie, are you okay?" I demand. She ignores me, lightly brushing the top of her head with her hand and widening her eyes as she realizes how tall she's become. Annette and I share a quick, anxious glance.
The screeching sound of Danie clawing at the leather bus seat is deafening. She scuffs at the floor with her shoe in sheer fury, grinding her teeth.
"Are you okay?" Annette tries. "Danie?!"
It's no use. The starryeyed, smiling Danie we'd met just minutes earlier is gone. In her place is a ... a demon.
(June 1, 2015 - 11:31 am)
Alright, before I begin, let me just say that I'm not quite this creepy. (Well, except for when my friends and I were writing morbid round robin stories in library....but that's another story.) Now that that's out of the way, Tally HO my creepy twin true selfs!
*Adeline*
Danielle is gone, replaced by some tall, fierce, red-haired recreation. I turn and see the pure, undaunted hatred in my twin's eyes.
"Scarly? I don't think this is quite the time to..." I stutter quietly.
Scarlet stands up.
"Oh no oh no oh no," I mumble, shaking my brown ringlets. "Please please please just calm down, I can't..." The Dainelle thing grins maliciously and my sister mirrors her expression. Each raises their hands and everyone prepares for a showdown when who should come back but the bus driver.
"I don't know what exactly is going on, but you two need to break it up! Sit down, all of you! This is a moving vehicle and I don't have time to babysit two crazy kids!" he shouts.
(June 1, 2015 - 4:14 pm)
Selphi~
I cannot take this anymore. The yelling on the bus intensifies.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!" I scream, putting sonokinesis into my voice to give it extra oomph. It works. Everyone on the bus cringes and covers their ears.
One of them opens her mouth. "I don't want to hear it," I say, stopping the sound vibrations in their tracks and muting her. "You all have exactly one last chance before I mute you all... PERMANENTLY."
I summon a notebook and pen and start doodling Bill Cipher again. "Carry on," I say icily.
(June 1, 2015 - 6:45 pm)
Also, if Melopie gets REALLY REALLY mad so she is in full control of Danie's body, she can create, control, and use fire. Also, she gets pure red eyes.
******
I blink, my hair slowly turning to it's regular shade. I breath deeply.
"I'm terribly sorry abo-" I start, but get interupted.
"I CAN'T TAKE IS ANYMORE!" someone screeches. I open my mouth to say something against her, my hair turning redder by the second, but she mutes me. I hiss, but it can not be heard.
"I don't want to hear it." She glares at me. "You all have exactly one last chance before I mute you all... PERMANENTLY."
A pen and notebook appears in front of the girl, and she starts doodling.
"Carry on," she stiffly growls.
I groan slightly.
So close. I nearly got ya. Come on, I'm not going to kill her...
Melopie, don't you dare...
I find a way to hurt her bad. I'm smart, you know. Clever. I can get everyone to hate her. Just let me control you...
Nonononononono.
Tick tock, you are nearly under my will. A bit more anger...
The girl from before looks me straight in the eye.
"And don't you dare say anything against me," she hisses. I moan, my eyes closed and my feet scratch into the chair in front of me. I look at my feet and see huge red boots. I groan so loud.
"Nothing better be happening over there!" the bus driver calls.
Sorry, my dear bus driver. That won't happen any time soon.
Don't yo-
Ah, there we go. Now, since I got full control, I would like to do a few things.
Let's see. We will take care of the idiot twin later. First, this person, with... With what powers? She must be able to summon stuff, seeing how she got a notebook and pen easily. Maybe a few more powers. I can see it in her eyes... Either electric or fire... Or maybe both? I hope not.
Plea-
Stop it, Idiot Danie. You don't know anything. Hm.... Let's see now....
Melopie opens my eyes, guiding my head toward the girl. She is still doodling, not knowing the danger...
"Danie? Calm yourself do-" Meave stops suddenly. She noticed my eyes. Lovely.
Goodie! Fire power in hands, Selphi will get my rage!
PLE-
No. I can not st-
WAIT! I have something to say. W-what if you do it at the school? T-then m-maybe everyone can see h-how horrible she is...?
Yes. Haha. I know you do this to save that girl, but I will take this idea. She will be destroyed.
Oh my.
Oh YES.
(June 1, 2015 - 8:02 pm)
Chamilia~
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!" yells one girl. That was really loud. Yikes. "You all have exactly one last chance before I mute you all... PERMANENTLY."
Oh yeah? And who do you think you are?
l am annoyed by this girl. She thinks she has power over everyone. Well, l'll show her whether she mutes me or not.
And l don't need words to express my rage. l take my longbow and silently notch an arrow. From the back of the bus, l can easily see her. Lifting the heavy bow, l point at the girl.
The hood of my cloak hides my face in darkness.
l must have looked terrifying, because the girl glares at me and my tongue refuses to form words.
The girl leaves her seat and angrily marches down the aisle to me. l drop the bow, and slowly lift my hood away from my face.
We lock eyes for a moment and she gasps.
Because if eyes are the window to the soul, mine are the clearest of them all. All my pain and sorrow and joy and disgust and hopes are in those luminous blue eyes.
(June 1, 2015 - 10:31 pm)
Selphi~
Wow. Someone's emotional. The blue-eyes girl with the archery equipment has all her emotions clearly spelled out on her face.
That girl who started being annoying, in the tanktop, lunges. I whip forward a lash of electricity at her.
Ten seconds later, the girl and I are full-on fighting. But telekinesis ain't a power to be messed with. I pick the girl up and drop her, then vent a little by crushing the aisle floor. She starts working something up, but I literally stop the bus in its tracks, rip off a large chunk of wall, jump out and run in the opposite direction until I'm out of sight. When I am, I summon a hoverboard and jump on.
****************
The bus's been fixed and is driving along the road. I'm following on my hoverboard, high up in the air. It's so nice up here. Quiet, peaceful...
(June 2, 2015 - 4:10 am)
Don't you think you're being WAY too over-powered? It doesn't seem fair to Shadow Dragon.
(June 2, 2015 - 7:02 pm)
l was thinking the same thing.........
(June 3, 2015 - 11:54 am)
~Annette~
Things are getting crazy. First Danie, now this other girl muting everyone, a masked girl with her bow and arrow and those haunting eyes, the bus and the hovercraft . . . I sway slightly on my feet, feeling like I might throw up. I chew the gum almost viciously, my mind whirling. What is WITH these people- and they have POWERS. Like superheros- except honestly, none of them are being responsible or remotely heroish, just a bunch of brattish self-serving kids- powers or no powers. I clench and unclench my fists, rocking back and forth slightly.
Maeve looks at me with worried eyes. "Annette? Are you okay?"
"Not so much," I admit. I unroll the window and breathe deeply, trying to stay calm. The suburbs have transformed into a slum of sorts- a rambling, friendly sort of place, full to the brim. The sun soaks into the stones. But it seems abandoned. I have a bad feeling about this and get up to ask the driver, but the bus bumps on the stones and I fall, right into the hooded girl's lap. I stammer an apology, then get up, but I can feel those creepy eyes on me as I walk up to the bus driver.
The bus driver isn't there. There's some signs of a struggle- a spot of fresh blood on the seat. But no bus driver! The bus appears to be driving itself!
(June 2, 2015 - 5:58 pm)