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Harvest Guardians RP
As you might guess, this is indeed the first RP I have ever made, so forgive me if I do something wrong. I got the idea for this while husking some corn yesterday. I was all like, "Why don't I do an RP on harvests?" Yeah, I know, it's a wierd way to get an idea. But ideas come from everywhere, don't they? I don't have a full plot yet, but I'm working on it. I'll post it after a few people join.
RULES~
~(VERY IMPORTANT!!) If you can't stick to this RP and post at least once a week, don't join. I hate it when people make/join an RP then forget about it the next day. I want this RP to finish, so please, please only join if you're going to be dedicated to your part.
~ONE charrie per person. Sorry, but it's easier.
~Ideal amount of charries would be 6, but 8 is max.
~Enjoy!!
CHARRIE FORM:
Name:
Age:
Appeareance:
Personality:
Special Vegetable:
Other:
My charrie:
Name: Maizie "May" Summers
Age: 15
Appearance: She has long wavy hair as yellow as corn silk which she usually waterfall braids, skin as fair as white maize, a small and almost pointy nose, eyes as green as fresh corn husk, and she is always with a bright smile. She is usually wearing a light ankle length dress, with flutter sleeves. On her feet are wooden sandals.
Personality: She's an optimistic person, loyal to her friends, openminded, and helpful. She's strong, and can defend herself well. She hates people with evil intentions, and would do anything to wipe them off the face of the earth. Sheunderstands feelings, and is really good at comforting sad people.
Special Vegetable: Corn. (I think its obvious by now. Heheh.)
Other: She loves little kids, summer, the harvest, and her family. She doesn't mind the work, because she gets to do it with her friends.
So, everyone!! Please join, and I will post the plot soon. Here's to the start of another writing journey, that will hopefully end well for all!!
submitted by CaykeTheCook
(June 2, 2015 - 1:24 pm)
(June 2, 2015 - 1:24 pm)
Whoops, didn't see that! But, since you like it, we will go along with mine. =)
KEEP POSTIN', PEOPLE!!!
(August 11, 2015 - 1:28 pm)
Red~
I punch. Hard. But I only feel empty air. I try again; and feel my fist connect. I punch agian, and again, and again... and I'm free! I race into darkness, ripping at my blinefold. Without being able to see, I can't find the knot, and I know I won't be abble to untie it. The blinefold is tied so tightly that it pinches the sides of my head. I keep running, until I run smack into someone.
(August 11, 2015 - 3:54 pm)
Noah~
I don't trust the old man, but I have to. I watch, my body tense and ready to snap into action as he gives June the so-called cure.
Nothing.
Then her eyes flutter. "June!" I rush forward, grabbing her hand. "Are you okay?"
"Mmhhmmsk."
"What?"
'Mmmhmmm."
(August 12, 2015 - 3:53 pm)
Noah~
I still don't trust the man and refuse the drink he offers. "He might have just saved June's life!" May points out.
"I know...." but there is something strange about him. I am getting reactions from somehing, but I am only allergic to lipstick. Wait..."Don't kill me, May."
"Wha- NOAH!!!???!?!"
I lunged at the man and drug my fingers across his face. Pulling off something that seems like silicone. About half of his face reveals a younger man.
"Oh!" Mia gasps.
"I knew there was something! I'm allergic to lipstick and he was wearing s-"
Mia screams as he grabs her. "Just a little longer and they would have passed out! But you," he shakes his head, "too smart for your own good." Suddenly everyone, but me, passes out. I run and, for the first time, notice a lack of Red. I'll have to find him first.
(August 14, 2015 - 12:04 pm)
TOP
(August 13, 2015 - 4:23 pm)
Red~
"Red!" The person I ran into calls.
"Tom!" I answer, "can you get this blindfold off of me?" I ask. I can feel Tom's fingers working with the knot at the back of my head, until the rough peice of fabric falls off.
"Tom, what's going on?" I ask, looking around.
"I haven't the faintest idea. I just want to find Harry," he admits.
"I do too." Suddenly we hear footsteps running from a nearby hallway.
"In here!" I yank Tom through a door, but I begin to fall... and fall... and... fall into blackness.
(August 14, 2015 - 12:50 pm)
Hey, wait......I thougt the man was gonna help them? dunno if I exactly like him bein' mean....why don't we do this:
The man is good, butthere's a gang hiding in the atrium. The gang kidnaps them all and they must get free.
How about that?
(August 14, 2015 - 1:33 pm)
Sorry, just trying to keep this going. Yeah! Your idea works a lot better?
(August 14, 2015 - 3:37 pm)
Red~
I land, suddenly, on my knees, and look around the dark room. I rub my knees, sure that bruises are developing.
"Tom!" I call.
"Red? Where are you?" Tom answers.
"I fell down somewhere. Turn on the lights!"
"I can't! Wait... there is some sort of switch!" Light blazes suddenly from above. I can see Tom, standing above a door in the floor. He is in some kind of storage room, with boxes piled around. There is a ladder leading up to the room, and I realize that I fell into some sort of cellar. I quickly climb the ladder, with some difficutly due to my acutely aching knees, and rejoin Tom.
"Look at these boxes! They are boxes of seeds, look! Radishes, carrots, corn--here's a box of rotting potato bits," Tom exclaims.
"These are OUR vegatables," I realize, looking around. "Something is definitely up. We need to find the others."
"You're right," Tom sighs. We will have to give up our search for Harry.
(August 17, 2015 - 3:35 pm)
(August 21, 2015 - 5:24 pm)
Guys?
(September 17, 2015 - 5:54 pm)
I'm so sorry, I just got really busy. I am going to write soon as I can!
(October 5, 2015 - 12:40 pm)
Ack! Okay, sorry. Here I go!
June~
I feel tired. As if I had just awoken from a very long nap. I'm being carried by someone, but I still can't see properly yet. My body stays relaxed and limp, like a rag doll, but I make some noise, just so they don't think me dead. I hear footsteps. I relax, still tired, and sleep.
Sorry it's short. We just need something to get this going again.
(October 6, 2015 - 6:40 pm)
Red~
Click, clack, click, clack... the noise gets steadily louder.
"Someone's coming," I whisper to Tom. We had dashed out of the mysterious room, and were now wandering the strange hallways.
"Shhh," Tom cautions. We tiptoe-run to the nearest door and try the handle. Locked. CLICK, CLACK, CLICK, CLACK! the noise grows louder.
"Run!" I whisper, and the two of us begin dashing down the hallway. Unfortunatly, Tom is a much faster runner than I, and he soon sprints out of sight. CLICKCLACKCLICKCLACK whoever is following me is running to. I speed up, but panic forces me to slow down. The footsteps grow louder and louder until...
"Don't move," a cold, iron voice sends a chill through the hallway. A hand clamps on my shoulder, and I shrink away from it, not daring to turn around. The choking hand of fear grips my heart and presses on it until it thumps wildly in my chest.
(November 18, 2015 - 7:38 pm)
Top!
(November 18, 2015 - 8:56 pm)