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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)
(July 20, 2015 - 7:37 pm)
Charlie~
Beowulf was just explaining to me his name when Cassandra came running at us with a flyer, Cookies and lemonade. Hmmm... Sounds delicious I think I'd like to go. However I think there might be too many people. I debate on whether to go or not. It would be a great place to meet people but there might be too many people there for me to handle.
"Fine I'll go," I announce. Whoops didn't mean to say that out loud, now I'm sure the twins are looking at me strangely. "I mean I'll go to the meeting," I clarify. "Bye." I keep my head down as I walk away so they don't see me blushing.
(August 25, 2015 - 5:16 pm)
So sorry guys! Here is a new installment.
Amelie~
And then the day of the party arives. I am so excited. And also super nervous. super-duper nervous. These people are all so much younger than me. So young, they're not even teenagers. Why am I doing this, anyway? It will be like I'm babysitting them! I finish scooping cookie dough onto a sprayed baking pan and slide it into the preheated oven.
I sigh, and plop down in front of my computer. I surf the web for a while, read fanfiction, and watch Youtube. I glance at the bottom right corner of the screen.
2:30. Thirty minutes before people show up.
2:30. I've been on the computer for an hour.
An hour...
I sniff the air. Something smells burnt.
Oh my gosh. The cookies.
I race to the oven to yank open the door, but I stop myself for long enough to pull on oven mitts. Then I open the oven.
Smoke pours out of the oven, and I cough and swat away the smoke. When it has cleared (and set off the smoke detector), I can see the thoroughly burnt cookies. Flaming hot, burnt black circles on a molten hot baking pan. My eyes go wide and start to tear. I want to believe that I'm crying from the smoke. But I know that I'm crying because my chances to know somebody else in the neighborhood, actually be friends with someone, are over. The smoke detector's awful shreik doesn't help.
Dad runs downstairs. He hears the smoke detector and sucks in a breath.
"Amelie? Are you OK? Is something burning?" He stops when he gets to the kitchen. "Oh my gosh." He turns to me. "Did you burn the cookies?"
"Yes."
I sigh. He sighs.
"Turn the fan on, and open the oven door all the way. Can you get me the ladder?"
I don't pause to ask why he needs it. I run to the basement and then haul the ladder back up the stairs. It only has four rungs, so it isn't too heavy. I set it up next to dad. He moves it under the smoke detector and works on turning it off.
"There we go." The shrill beeping stops. Dad starts to climb down the ladder, but freezes when we hear the chime of the doorbell.
3:00. Party time.
(August 28, 2015 - 2:46 pm)
Chrys~
Amelie opens the door for me, and I look over her shoulder to see who else is here.
No one.
"Hi! Um...."
"Chrysanthemum," I say softly. "You can call me Chrys. And you're Amelie."
She nods, and beckons me in.
A nice house. It isn't ours, of course, but it's nice. It has a few bookshelves, a few paintings, a kitchen.... all the usual attributes. I like it, although not as much as our own, which is riddled with my paintings and my brother's sports awards.
There's the lemonade.... no cookies though. Looking flustered, Amelie invites me to sit down, which I don't. I want to turn around and march straight back home, but I shouldn't, so I don't.
The doorbell rings.
I sit down with a sigh.
(August 28, 2015 - 6:25 pm)
Beowulf~
Cassaranda practically pounds on the doorbell. Amelie opens the door. "WE'RE HERE!" she almost yells in her ear. "l'm Beowulf. This is Cassaranda, my twin."
"Ah, yes, do come in."
She leads us over to another room and tells us to sit down. There's already one girl. Ameile goes off as the doorbell rings, and leaves us.
"Er, l'm Beowulf."
"And l'm Cassaranda! Nice to meet you!"
(August 29, 2015 - 1:18 pm)
(August 28, 2015 - 6:00 pm)
Amelie~
I go to open the door again. Cassandra and Beowulf are standing on the doorstep, the former looking as if she is about to explode, the latter looking as if his puppy explodeed in front of his eyes. Cassandra bounds in.
"Hi, Cassie."
"I'm so excited! Thanks Amelie!" She hops over to the table. "Chrysanthemum! Yay! Are you EXCITED, like me?"
"Umm, sure," Chrys nervously replies.
Beowulf makes his way to the table. "There aren't any cookies."
"I'm sorry," I say. "That didn't really... work out."
(August 29, 2015 - 1:17 pm)
1. Top!
2. We had some continuity issues. Let's just go with your post, Shadow Dragon. After all, they are your charries.
Toto says uyob. Use Your Own Balloon. Or maybe Use Your Own Banana. Or Baseball. Or Barley. Or--
Princess Icicle: Just shut up!
OtR: **Silent glare**
(August 31, 2015 - 6:48 am)
Patrick~
The door opens, and a girl is standing there.
"Hi I'm Amelie and you are...?"
"Patrick," I straighten my goggles a little, hoping that no one will ask about them.
"Oh, um Amelie, my mom insisted that I bring a something to uhhh, help with the party." I barley whisper as I hold up the plate of cookies my mother baked. Some sort of relief crosses over her eyes. "Thanks, you can go have a seat while we wait for everyone else." I walk in feeling a little awkward, my little chunk of the moon in my pocket. I see Chrys and immediately go sit right next to her, avoiding the other children.
"Hey Chrys!" I grin widely at her.
She kinda smiles and looks at me, a small strand of hair in her face. She brushes it aside, revealing a splotch on her cheeck.
"Wow!" I say, looking at it; she blushes and instantly moves the hair back kind of turning her back to me.
"Cool birthmark! It reminds me of the flower Chrysanthemum."
(August 31, 2015 - 4:01 pm)
Chrys~
Cool? No one's ever said that about my birthmark before. Weird, yes. Unusual, yes. A stupid eyesore that I should have plastic surgery to get rid of, yes. But never cool.
I turn back to Patrick, a shadow of a smile playing on my lips. "Thanks. My parents thought the same thing."
I pause, then add, "I went to the library yesterday. I found a few books you might like."
Rummaging through my bag, I hand him A Complete Encyclopedia of Space, Recent Scientific Discoveries of Our Universe, and The Dimensions of the Galaxy.
"Cool, thanks!" he says, grinning.
"Um, who wants cookies?" asks Amelie from the table.
(August 31, 2015 - 6:27 pm)
Charlie-
I check my watch and sigh. Dad was running late, again. Only last time it didn't matter.
"Dad, I'm going to just walk down there myself, okay?" I shout upstairs and hope he can hear me.
"Alrighty then, bye." As soon as I hear the response I'm out the door. I check my watch again, 3:07 definitely not early.
"I hope I'm not going to be too late. Not a good start to making friends," I mutter. Wait when did the pavement disappear? I realize too late that the "pavement disappearing" was actually me making the first step to trip. The result of this accident lands me with a bloody knee and at the doorbell. Well I hope none of them faint at the sight of blood, then I chuckle at my attempt at a joke.
(August 31, 2015 - 6:37 pm)
Sorry, but I don't have time to post this morning, but I definitly will post today.
(September 3, 2015 - 10:04 am)
I'll post tomorrow morning :)
(September 2, 2015 - 7:58 pm)
Addie-
I walk up to the door with Ella and Sammy behind me and ring the doorbell. After my siblings heard the words "cookies" and "lemonade" they insisted on coming with me, even after I explained that all the other kids would be much older than them, and probably even older than me. A few seconds later, Amelie opens the door and smiles.
"Hi Addie, hi Ella, Hi Sammy. Come in and have a seat. Help yourself to some cookies."
We take seats on the couch, a boy that I don't know sitting next to me.
"Hi." I say to him. "I'm Addie... What's your name?" I ask
"I'm Patrick...... Um... I just moved here 2 weeks ago." He replies
"Well, nice to meet you, um... welcome to the neighborhood.
We talk awkwardly and shyly for a little bit and I find out that Patrick is 12 years old and he loves anything to do with space. Then Sammy starts complaining that he dropped his cookie on the flor and I go pick it up, give him another one, and hope that he doesn't embarress me in front of everyone else in the room.
(September 3, 2015 - 8:07 pm)
Amelie~
There is a silence in the room, only punctuated by the crunch of cookie munching and the slurp of lemonade consumption.
"So, uh," I say, breaking the quiet. "Does anyone want to play a game?"
Quiet again, as eyes meet eyes and flit away.
Ida bursts into the room. "Everyone, let's play Spit!" In her hands are many decks of cards.
"Um, OK. I guess we can all play.Ida, where'd you get all those cards?"
"Found 'em."
"Alright then, " I say, giving my sister a hug. I imagine a newspaper screaming, 'Kid Sister Saves The Day!'
Patrick turns to Chrysanthamum. "Want to play, Chrys?"
"Sure."
"Hey, Charlie, ya want to play with me?" asks Cassandra. On it goes, until everyone is paired. I play with a girl named Addie.
"So, do you know how to play?"
Addie looks at me shyly. "No, actually."
"Whatever. I'll teach you."
(September 6, 2015 - 2:06 pm)
(September 7, 2015 - 12:31 pm)