Can I join? I think there's one spot left. Whistler says wzzt. Whistler did you fall asleep again? 

Thanks Indigo. I realized right after I posted that I had miscounted ;). I'll post the charrie sheet later. Whistler says myvm. My vim? 

This looks so cool! May I reserve a spot?

Oh, okay, now I understand. I was a little confused at first. Question: are they stuck in Inside, do they go back and forth between Inside and Outside or are they trying to get Out? Also, are our charries going to meet up?

Name: Arianna Grace Lahstar

Age: 14

Appearance: Arianna has floaty, wavy, dark hair hitting just below her shoulder blades. She has rominent cheekbones, icy blue-green eyes, and slightly longer-than-normal ears. She is tall for her age and has long limbs.

Ordinary Personality: Quiet, shy, reasonable, fiercely smart and quick-thinking.

Backstory: TBD. I'll post it later.

Rough Idea of Plot: I want Arianna to be a forest elf (if that's OK), but I'm still thinking about more details. 

Strengths: As I mentioned before, she's very intelligent and can come up with solutions to problems fast. She is also farily good with a longbow.

Weaknesses: Arianna is a little easy to push over and too unquestionably loyal.

Name: Draca Ebony 

Age:13

Appearance: long black hair. She has green eyes and always wears dark colors.

Ordinary Personality: Smart and sometimes sarcastic but also funny and nice 

Backstory: She was a regular kid at school until she woke up in the Inside 

A Rough Idea of the Plot: She hatched into a dragons kin whatever that is I actually aren't sure what you mean and has the usual fantasy book adventure 

Strengths: Can code. Very smart.

Weaknesses: Sometimes her temper gets her into trouble

Current characters:

Indigo (RP maker): Luci Thorne and Erica Thorne 

Air (RP maker): Malia Navarre

St.Owl: October Skye

Katydid: Margeax Mirrabelle Kiranami 

Abigail S.:Arianna Grace Lahstar  

Mirax T. (reserved)

Jarvis (reserved)

These are all the characters for now as that is our five-plus-RP-makers limit. Indigo will be making the starting post. Characters shouldn't be meeting up yet as they've got their own plots, hopefully! That was the intention. 

Also, for those who don't know, when my name is Air (clearing) it means it's not a new story installment, just clarification. So you can start writing once Indigo does! 

~Luci~

I grab my diary and wander outside the back way, the rough weeds in our backyard scraping against my worn shoes and tangling in my socks. Erica's always bugging me to wear different shoes, but these ones are so comfy... and besides, Erica's not here to see.

When I find my tree quite quickly. It's not too deep into the forest, so I don't think Erica would mind. Either way, it's my tree, not Erica's.

I toss my journal and pencil up into the tree, then grab the branch above me and use it to yank myself up. I climb up the tree, shoving myself over the thick branches. After a couple of minutes I manage to get up onto the highest branch, my perch. I pull out my journal and pencil, which I'd grabbed from the low hanging I'd thrown it onto, and get myself comfy.

I flip through my journal to my most recent story. 

...Lena took the fairy dust and sprinkled it all over her head. The fairy dust made her shrink, tingling all over her skin. She looked around and saw that everything was very big around her.  She was sitting on a branch like she had been when she was in a tree but now it was like a huge mountain. When she wandering along the tree through the moss it was like walking in a knee high meadow. She walked a long time along the tree branch to see if she could find the bird's nest she had seen earlier. When she reached it she managed to climb in. There was a young bird in the nest who 

I stop writing abruptly, surprised to hear my sister yelling. Her voice is kinda hoarse like maybe she's kinda scared. I hope she isn't mad, I think as I throw my journal and pencil down, then clamber down after them.

Erica runs over to me as I pick up my stuff. "WHERE WERE YOU?" She glares at me.

"I was in the forest," I say, confused as to why she's mad. "I wasn't to deep in, and I was perfectly alright... I was even up in a tree so no one could see me."

She sighs, still sounding angry. "I didn't know where you were! I was worried."

"You were studying," I mumble, a bit embarrassed. "I didn't want to interrupt."

She pulls me close. "Look, it's ok. You can always interrupt my studying. You're more important than school, ok?"

I nod. "Come on, let's get you inside. It's starting to rain."

I look up and notice that the tree's dropping bit plops of rain here and there from the leaves. Erica takes my hand and we start walking through the forest back to our house. We stop for a moment in front of the doorway, wiping our feet on the doormat. "Can we still go on a picnic?" I ask. "Even if it's raining?"

She nods. "Course, Lu. We'll bring chocolate and cheese sandwiches and have a wonderful time. Just let's get you into some rain gear first."

I grin up at her. Picnic days are the best; every second Saturday when Aunt's gone, Erica will let me and her explore into the forest a little bit deeper. She says I can't go into the forest alone, but I sometimes wander out there, and I've never been her. I think she's too scared. Paronid, or whatever it's called. I don't know, Erica would.

~Erica~

Luci puts on her Hello Kitty raincoat and boots and I grab an umbrella. I find the basket of grilled cheese sandwiches I made earlier that day and add in the box of chocolate I bought on my walk home the day before. 

Lu skips through the rain, pausing here and there to splash in a puddle. She pauses to pick up a squirming worm, then runs over and tenderly places it under a tree. 

"It's going to get all dry," She explains, "When the sun comes out. It's stupid to come out just cuz it's raining right now."

I nod. "That makes sense."

We wander a little bit deeper. I take huge breathes of the cool, wet air. Lu spots a couple of birds, and tells me their names.

"How do you tell them all apart?" I ask.

She shrugs. "They all look a little bit different, and have different nests. Not all of them come and talk to me, so I don't name those. But they're really friendly birds."

I'm a bit surprised the birds will just come up to Lu like that; they would never do that for me. But Lu is sweet and quiet and has a special connection to nature. Maybe it's like the fairy tales with the unicorn; she is so sweet and pure that all of nature knows she'll do know harm, and loves her for it.

I spot a sparrow, small and plain and almost understated in white and brown feathers. It's slightly plump, yet almost elegant with tiny bits of golden brown feathers. 

"What's that on named?" I ask, pointing it out to Lu.

She shrugs. "I haven't seen her before. She's beautiful, though."

As we wander through the forest, the little sparrow flies near us, sometimes a bit ahead, a bit behind, hopping along from one twig to another, sometimes waiting before or resting a bit behind.

We've passed where we picniced the last time, now, and Lu doesn't want to stop. She says the bird is leading us, and it's going to stop at the perfect place to picnic. I don't really mind taking a little longer walk. It's real nice out, with a bit of sun shining through the rain now, and the air is bright and clear. Sides, Lu usually burns out quite fast and a longer walk is a pleasent surprise.

The sparrow just keeps on going. She's taken a bit of a lead now, but it seems like she's not trying to run from us. Maybe she doesn't really care if we wander after her or not.

After a little while, she finally does stop. She flies right through two big trees, and stops in the middle of a clearing. Waiting for us.

I guess everything is easier in hindsight; but in the future I would think of that day and wish I'd said to Lu, "No, no, it's raining outside, we can't go out." Or even told her to stop and eat somewhere else, maybe under the nice big tree about halfway in or the little clearing or next to the bush with the red berries.

But, at that moment I knew none of that. So I just stepped through the two trees without a thought in the world.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry it's so long, I was considering writing Erica's POV later and ended up being too impatient to wait. 

Here goes!

Name: Sophia Marie Schreiber

Age: 12

Appearance: Short light brown hair in a bob that her father makes her get cut. When she hatches she grows it long. She is tall and has big grey eyes that deepen in color when she’s angry or troubled. She generally wears a long purple top with a cowl neck and black skinny jeans. She wears a lot of eye makeup.

Ordinary Personality: She’s bookish and often retreats into fantasy. She is a little shy and seems quiet and in control of her emotions, except when she’s around close friends. Her father tried to make her into a science whiz like himself. She doesn’t have many friends because they move all the time for her father's work, and writes long detailed letters to any friends she has. Sophia rebels against her father’s control and is more edgy and less friendly because of that. She loves words and hates anything to do with science.

Background: Her father is a famous scientist and her mother was a linguist. She had a tutor who was with her until she turned twelve and then Sophie’s father dismissed her. Her mother died in an accident when Sophie was three. They live in a posh mobile home with a built in lab and library. She has a perfect memory.       

A Rough Idea of a Plot: She hatches into a lore warden (I’m totally making this up, do I need to change into something more traditional?) who pass down spells and stories interwoven into a tapestry of mythology. Each lore warden as they hatch create a language of their own to say spells in. When she hatches she enters the world with her only friend named Anastasia and is taken under the wing of a lore warden named Bethany who hatched three years prior, Bethany is killed in an attack a month after Sophie hatches. She has learned enough to survive and she and her friend set out to find and fight a group dedicated to the eradication of the lore wardens.            

Strengths: She remembers everything Bethany told her and is always searching for a new angle on things. She will protect her friends whatever the cost.

Weaknesses: She will believe anything she wants to believe which makes her very naive.

Name: Annastasia Annmarie Annabelle

Age: 11 ½

Appearance: Thick wavy blonde hair and big clear blue eyes. She is very petite and has delicate features. She always wears complicated outfits with lots of accessories and is a bit of a fashion queen.

Ordinary Personality: She has a lot of friends but Sophie’s the only person who really knows her. She’s dramatic and always speaks what she thinks, but can be practical and analyzing when she needs to. She was very popular at the private school she went to. She surrounds herself with people and is an extrovert. She hates to feel abandoned. It was a lot harder for her to believe in the Inside than Sophie.

Background: She is an orphan and received a scholarship to go to an exclusive private school where she met Sophie. No one knows anything about her parents

A Rough Idea of a Plot: She hatches into a nyad. Her plot is basically the same as Sophie's.

Strengths: She is a lot less trusting than Sophie and knows how to keep people at arm's length while still being friendly

Weaknesses: She gets over emotional very easily. She can be manipulated when she's lonely.    

For this installment, I'm going to be doing third person, but I'll probably switch back to first later.

October~

The room is dim, the lights off, the only brightness coming from an open window. Dust swirls by the wind of a ceiling fan whirring softly above a bed where a girl is lying. The blue bedspread sighs slightly as she shifts, trying to get comfortable but failing.

The girl's name is October.

Finally giving up on comfort, she rolls to the edge of the bed, abandoning the patch of sunlight. In the shadier patch, she shivers and reaches up to turn down the fan's power. On the checkered blanket lies a sketchbook that October was vainly trying to draw in, sketching a world.

Which world?

All of them.

Bookshelves line the walls of October's bedroom, full to bursting of fantasy guidebooks and stories. Greek, Roman, Norse, and Egyptian myths; Harry Potter; Lord of the Rings; practically every book that any lover of fantasy would recommend. October had worked on this collection since she'd discovered the genre, asking for books, books, books for every holiday and birthday and spending all her own money on them besides. In her opinion, it was the best use of the currency: paper for paper, one for getting and one for magic. Obviously, magic was preferable.

October had been trying for months to represent a world that meshed all of fiction in together. It would have a Hogwarts and a Camp Half-Blood and an Olympus, and a deep, dark, mysterious wood where the wild things lay, and a crystal-clear glass river where the naiads came to frolic and the mermaids swam. There would be a meadow where rabbits and bees were abundant and a bustling medieval city with a king and queen ruling over it all. October had spent very little time designing it in her head-- it all came so easily there. But whenever she tried to put it down, be it with art or with words, it never sounded right, never sounded like the world she imagined and wanted to be true. 

---Narration Change: First person (I tried typing it up in third: it sounded like it was written for kindergardeners)---

I sigh and stand up, walking across the blue carpet to the closet. Blue-- that's the way things go for me. Blue bed, blue doors, blue carpet, blue desk-- everything in my room is blue, though I can't change the rest of the house to make it so. I wish I could-- blue translates to fabulous taste.

I pull out a sweater (blue, of course) and some shoes and quickly pull them on, walking out of the room and shutting the door softly behind me. That's one of the rules: a quiet house. It's huge, gigantic really compared to the other places in the neighborhood, and you would think a little ruckus would go unnoticed, but my mother can hear a fly bumping on a window three stories up. So it's with extreme caution that I step down the stairs, doing my best to keep the soles of my shoes from clicking on the wood as I would like them to.

I pull open the back door, and a gust of wind takes my breath away. Jumping out of the line of fire, I breathe, half-closing the door in front of me.

"October? Is that you? Where are you going?"

"Just for a walk," I call back up the stairs.

"Don't be gone too long."
When the wind abates, I step out into the morning sunshine.

There isn't any wild area where I live-- sure it's the suburbs, but there's the highway behind the backyard and more houses on the other side. So my walks usually consist of travelling on the blocks instead of in the woods as I would have liked. 

I walk around the side of the house and to the slim sidewalk, walking at a brisk pace. The wind blows no kinder, and it feels I can't walk an inch without getting a curl in my face. It's times like these I wish I had a hairband on hand, but I don't.

I keep walking. There's nowhere really to go except into town, which is where I've decided I'm heading: straight to the library. Perhaps one of the librarians can give me some pointers, or at least I can examine one of their books. That's why I brought my notebook with me, tucked somewhat awkwardly into the pocket of my sweater.

When I push the door open, I'm momentarily confused to see all the lights out before I notice the "closed" sign on the door. That really is annoying-- just when I need it, the library's not open. But why would it be closed? It should be open this time of day.

Looking into the blackness, I see a slight glow coming from ahead. I take a step towards it, letting the door swing closed behind me.

In hindsight, I really should have left then.

___

Okay, that got a lot longer than I thought it would. And I had to switch narrations. Ah well.

Name: Reyandra Reeves

Appearance: Her ordinary appearance is as follows~ honey colored skin, dark brown hair tied in a knot, brown eyes, a rather unfortunate nose. She is short and slender, but not tiny. Once she Hatches, her hair gets thicker and the ends turn orange, her eyes also eventually turn orange. 

Age: 12

Ordinary Personality: Shy, not outspoken. She loves nature and has a sense of adventure. Can't stay mad at anyone for long but isn't bubbly or talkative either. Likes to remain neutral. Of course, once she Hatches, her personality changes quite a bit...

Backstory: Lives in Maine with her cousins that are much older than her. Her dad died when she was very young, and her mom's job requires her to travel a lot. Rey loves to explore the forest near her home and walk on the bike trail. She has no friends and is introverted. 

A Rough Idea of the Plot: Reeves (as she is called after she Hatches) is one of the very last known Weavers (can I use capital letters too?). The Weavers literally weave enchantments with magic that they claim from nature. All of the other Weavers should be dead, but the last one made a last minute enchantment to stall them all from dying untill Reeves could be trained. As a result, Reeve's training is odd- she can't see her teachers, she can't hear them, but she can sense them somehow and she can see the enchantments they make, and can tell them apart because each of their threads is a different color. She is rather creeped out by this. 

Strengths: Reeves has strong powers, and she is no longer shy after she Hatches. 

Weaknesses: Even though she is no longer shy, she is still introverted and does not work well with people. 

I'm sure I'll get a better understanding of her personality once I start writing.  

Malia~

A strand over another, switch fingers. Twist the wrist, turn the strand over. Grab it in the other hand. A strand over another. I finish the braid and pluck a bobby pin out of my mouth, pinning it on the other side of my temple: a crown. Two bobby pins make a jet x in my only-slightly-darker hair. 

Running my hands over my hair again to smooth it, I look in the mirror as I pick up my messenger bag from beside the sink. Black hair. Brown eyes. White dress. Black tights. The dress is lacy, with sleeves just past my elbows. A bit dressy for school, perhaps, but I don't mind. I may never understand the tomboys who wear shorts every day just because they can. Not that I'm against it; but the lace and braided hair and black tights are my armor. Or perhaps more like camouflage: lace goes with purses, and computers, and books.

I settle the leather strap of the messenger bag on my shoulder, slip my feet into black ballet flats, and get in the car. School's coming.

I'm the first one in class, and since none of the girls are there to watch it, I walk up to my teacher with my arms crossed over the folder held to my chest.

"Good morning, Malia," she greets me as she unwinds a scarf from her neck. 

"Yes, good morning, Mrs. Hall," I say. I hand her the folder. "I just have the assignment in early..." I wasn't planning to turn it in early, just save it in my folder so I don't look too overachieving -- heaven forbid, the girls would tease --  but I might as well now. Then, it's back to my desk, with a book open.

As the classroom door opens, one of the girls comes in. Her hair is even longer than mine, all the way down her back and effortlessly, apparently, curly. She whips her mane around and drops books unceremoniously on her own desk.

"Morning, Mah Lea!" She adds a fake drawl to her speech and tosses her hair behind her ear. "Come on, it's Rianna's birthday and I brought chocolate to tape on her locker."

As I follow her out of the class, hurriedly shoving my book back in my bag, I thought I'd just be taping chocolate squares onto a locker. Not running towards a fight.