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Huckleberry Road
Huckleberry Road
Here it is. The first RP I've created. Ever.
All of a sudden this idea popped into my head, and I just have to do it. I just read a book called Somebody on This Bus is Going to Be Famous, and that might have been part of it. Read the book, you'll see why.
In a nice, normal, town, in a nice, normal neighborhood, there is a street called Huckleberry Rd. On the road there are x houses, and a family lives in each house, at least one guardian and one kid each.
This RP is going to be about the relationships between the kids on the street, and also some family dynamics. For now, lets have one writer per house. If you want to be twins or something, fine, but lets just keep it like that.
All of the charries should be around the same age. Let's say 10-15. Ish. One charrie per person. Up to nine writers. This is the maximum.
Also, when you sign up, it's like you are signing a contract saying:
I, a CBer of the Cricket Chatterbox, will see this RPG [Role-Playing Game] through to its end. I will not post more than once a day and give people time to respond to the latest story installment and to add on before writing more. I will try my hardest, or at least pretty hard, to make my characters and RPG installments interesting and relating to my fellow RPGers' installments. I will try to Top this post whenever I see it falling away from the front pages, and do my best to keep it alive. I will have only one charrie [Character].
Signed,
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Got it?
Good. Here's the Charrie form.
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Address:
Family composition (including names):
Time lived on Huckleberry Rd:
Interests/hobbies:
Other:
Here's mine!
Name: Amelie Stern-Mayple
Age: 14
Appearance: Auburn hair, grey eyes, pale skin. She has a little scar on her cheek.
Personality: Usually kind of moody, but she has her cheerful streaks. She is a bold character and stands for what she believes in--unless, of course, it involves contact with people other than her safe, comfortable community.
Address: 1 Huckleberry Rd
Family composition (including names): Dad (Samuel Mayple), Mom (Alexandra Stern), Grandma (Heidi Stern), younger sister (Ida Stern-Mayple, 8 years old). She also has a black cat named Ross.
Time lived on Huckleberry Rd: Since she was four. She doesn't remember her old house that well, as she lived there 10 years ago.
Interests/hobbies: She loves taking pictures: She carries her camera around everywhere. She takes pictures of the most random things and uses them to sortb through her day.
Other: Umm, nothing yet.
Please make sure you read through the whole thing, if you want to join. I know I'm being kind of pushy about this, but it is the fiorst RP I've ever created and I want it to be at least almost as good as the Strange New RP, the only RP I was in tht actually finished.
Thanks! I'm so excited.
submitted by Over the Rainbow
(July 20, 2015 - 7:37 pm)
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(August 4, 2015 - 3:35 pm)
TOP!!!!
(August 4, 2015 - 3:37 pm)
Since Emij doesn't seem to be posting about her charrie, we can start. I'm not going to start because I am not good at starting RPs at all, trust me, you will not want thjat. So I'm handing it over to you. Go for it!
(August 5, 2015 - 5:29 am)
Before we start, I have a question:
Is Huckleberry Road a suburban area (stretches of grass and fairly large yards between houses), urban area (houses are practically connected, with a small backyard and maybe a porch box), subrural (large yards seperating houses and maybe a woods behind them), or rural (basically farmland)?
(August 5, 2015 - 5:01 pm)
I'd say pretty much suburban. I don't think of it as a city, but it is definetely not completely rural.
(August 6, 2015 - 5:26 am)
l'm starting, if that's alright.
Beowulf~
Cassaranda clatters down the stairs, holding a few books. "Look what l found!" she says, breathlessly, showing me a dusty old book.
"What? It's just a old book."
"Ah, it's more then that. Much more. Look here."
l lean over to see better. "It's a painting of a fox. How exciting." Cassaranda sighs, "You don't get it, do you?" The doorbell rings.
"l'll get it!" she yells, leaping over some books and tripping on Ghost, the Artic fox.
"No, you wouldn't," l say, calmly picking passed the books and scooping up Ghost.
l wonder who in the world could be at our door. None of our neighbors have really visited, l think that they think we're odd.
l slowly turn the door handle. Whoever they are, what will l say to them?
(August 6, 2015 - 4:20 pm)
Amelie~
I ring the doorbell of 6 Huckleberry Rd, expecting Cassandra to open it. She usually does. She's the kind of annoying girl whose mom is friends with mine. She also has a twin who is really weird, but I don't think I've ever actually seen him before.
The door opens and aboy looks out. "Er, hello."
"Wait," I say. "Are you...Beowulf?"
"Uh, yes."
"Oh, OK. Anyway, is your mom home?"
"Uh, yes."
"Can you get her too come down?"
Beowulf eyes the package in my hands.
"What is that?" He asks, pointing at it.
"Just something for your mom. Actually, you can just bring it to her."
"OK. Bye." He grabs the package and shuts the door.
It was cookies. My mom loves to bake and she loves giving people cookies. But those cookies weren't made by her. They were my cookies. I made a big batch so that they would last a long time, and mom made me put them in bundles and distribute them to all our neighbors! Even the=at weird new kid and the old people! We only have a couple cookies at the house now. Mom has got to stop telling me what to do.
Ok, actually, we made them together. But still.
(August 8, 2015 - 5:59 am)
Chrysanthemum (let's call her Chrys for short)~
Ding, dong.
I look up from Watership Down and close the book, slipping a blue scrap of paper into the pages. I lift my tiny brown puppy off my lap where he is sleeping and make my way to the door.
"Oh, hi, Amelie," I say, in my usual soft voice, as I open the door. She's holding a fairly large package in her hands; actually, more than one. "Are those for us?"
"Uh-huh," she replies steadily. "One of them. It's for your mom."
"Okay. I'll take it to her. Thanks."
She hands me a package and I shut the door.
My bare feet pad across the wooden floor as I go into the dining room/kitchen. Mom's at the table right now, reading the paper.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Chrys?"
"Amelie dropped off a package for you."
"Thank you. You can leave it on the table."
I put the bundle onto the round table and walk upstairs into my room.
I stare out the window. It has a magnificent view of the front yard and the houses across from us. I've tried sketching and painting it a lot, especially during sunset and sunrise, but I can never get it to look quite right. There's always a little something missing. And that's the part that makes it beautiful.
"Kiiids! Mark! Amelie brought some cookies! Want some?"
Andrew, obviously, clunks down the stairs instantly. I, however, stay put for a minute, just looking.
"Chryyyys! You coming?"
Sighing, I tear my eyes away and pad down the stairs.
(August 8, 2015 - 4:11 pm)
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(August 7, 2015 - 6:43 pm)
Addie-
It's Sunday morning and Sammy and I are teasing Ash with a long piece of string. She pounces at it over and over, never getting tired or bored. Then the doorbell rings. Ash hides behind my legs. She is a very shy cat.
The person at the door is a girl named Amelie. I've seen her around a lot and we've talked a little bit, but we never really got to know each other. It's a little akward talking to her because she is 4 years older than me. She asks if my mother is there and I tell her she isn't. Then she hands me a package which I leave on my mom's desk.
Then I go up to my special loft. It's a little room that kind of looks like the top bunk of a bunk bed. I've filled it with blankets and pillows and lined it with Christmas lights. Ther is a mini bookshelf carved into the wall and I'm allowed to paint the wall however I want. It's my favorite place to go when I want to be alone and sometimes I bring Callie and Ash or Charlie up with me. I pull out a book and start to read.
(August 8, 2015 - 9:18 pm)
Amelie~
After going through my cookie delivering rounds, I walk dejectedly into my house and grab a cookie off the counter. I plunk down at the kitchen table to eat it.
Ida walks up to me. "Wanna play Spit, sis?"
"Sure," I answer. She deals cards and we set them up.
"one, two, three, SPIT!" She hollers, and before she has time to look down I have used half of my cards and am still going. I'm great at this game. I finish my cards and slap the biggest pile. We play again and again, and Ida gets better and more excited as we play. "Spit!" "Spit!" "Spit!"
And when we finish the seventh round, she scoops up the cards and walks away. "Thjanks for playin'."
"Your very, very, very welcome." I sigh. I look out the window and see some kids playing on the sidewalk. Whty aren't there any other people my age? I have no one to hang out with. It's not like I can just hang out with a twelve year old.
(August 9, 2015 - 7:02 am)
(August 9, 2015 - 12:59 pm)
Patrick~
Rosemary walks into the kitchen with a package. It's wrapped in aluminum foil. Running to the counter, I gently take the aluminum off, cookies. I place the cookies onto the plate and rush the foil into my room. The walls wen't painted yet, and I really wish they were. Even so, I don't know anyone good enough to paint it like space, real space. No one in my family can, I can't, and we can't hire anyone my mom said. I had my planets hunging from the ceiling though, and my space magazines were cast all over the floor. Grabing my ball of foil, I gently mold the new foil on top. Setting it down, I rush into the kitchen. "Hey Pattie!" I scowl at Rosemary, though I know she's just teasing. "Guess what! Some girl at the door named Amelie gave us these delicous cookies!" I hop onto the counter and nibble on a cookie. "Oh? How old is she?" "Dunno she looks like my age though." "14?" "Around maybe, she looks nice." Wiping my mouth I decide to leave this un-interesting conversation. "Well I'm going to gaze at the sky." "It's daytime! Your not going to see anything but the moon, sun, and clouds!" I shrug, "I'll just look at the moon."
Grabing my goggles, telescope, and partner in crime, Bubbles, I race outside. I wish I could be in the back yard, so no one could see me, but my mother was gardening out back. She does not like to be distrubed. I set up my telescope, and peer at the waxing gibus in the sky. "Bubbles, "One small step for man,"... Bubbles was a very smart bird, and this was like a cool trick. "One giant leap for mankind."
(August 10, 2015 - 12:26 pm)
I'm just going to add to Chrys and say she also likes to do art, and is good at it too.
Chrys~
After eating a few cookies to make mom happy, I rush back upstairs and start staring out the window again. It's actually very eye-catching; looking at the sky can keep me entranced for hours.
Then it strikes me.
I grab my ((Insert name of that thing artists use to support their artwork here)), paper, paint, and paintbrushes and rush out front. One, two, one, two, my strokes fill the page. It starts to look quite beautiful. I glance up at the sky again and notice a boy staring at me.
"Do you like space as well?"
"Oh." my cheeks turn pink. This must be the boy that moved into 3 Huckleberry Road. "I know a bit about it. I was actually looking at the clouds though."
"Oh." He looks slightly dissappointed.
I don't like anyone to look sad, so I say, "What's your opinion on Pluto? Should it be a planet or not?"
He brightens instantly. We go from Pluto to the Sun to Mercury, then the difference between Meteors and Meteorites, and Martians, and then to Saturn's rings. I think I like this kid.
After a bit, mom calls me in to do a few chores. I pack up my stuff and wave goodbye to the boy (whose name is Patrick) and then go in.
Tomorrow when I go to the library maybe I'll check out a few books on space.
(August 10, 2015 - 4:47 pm)