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32 days RP continued!
I am currently writing a book on this, and it hasn’t really gotten past the prologue. Maybe you can help me, and we can all write on this together! I know I started this a really long time ago, and I’m hoping to bring it back! Since there isn’t really that many RPS that aren’t dieing, I feel as if Inktail is dieing. I’m bringing back a lot of recently dead RPs that I and others have made, as to get more people interested in Inktel again. Have fun with this guys!
Its 2020 (my graduation year LOL). The world is in a technology crises, they've been using flying cars, jetpacks, phones chips, computers, for more than 10 years. Now they have gotten word that they have ran out of gassolean, gold, and all the needed metals to make our technology age.
But now we are out. No one remembers how to write, math, read, or anything they needed to survive.
Then word got out that every million years there is an extra day in July, sort of like how there is one more day in February every leap year.
And on this day, some believe that the children boren will have Powers beyond belief, with ability to save the human race.....
Or destroy it.
14 years have past. There are no documented children born on 2020, July 32. No documented children.
Your classmates think you're strange. Useless. Boren a day before special. Atleast, thats what your mother's tells you. 31st. No sooner and definitely no later.
But is what she says true?
You've been experiencing strange things. Maybe your friend walked right past you while calling your name. Maybe you floated a few feet off the ground once. Maybe you made a chemical reaction in chemistry once that made a metal needed for flying cars. Or maybe you looked in the mirror one day and had ears growing from your head.
The technology crisis is getting worse. and your mother finally decides to tell you who you are.
Charrie sheet:
Name: should be a little extra normal or extraordinarily different
Age: you should all be 14
Appearance: you should all have a strange facture ex: golden hair, cat like eyes, frosty skin, sharp nails, bright green eyes....
Personality:
What you think your power is: (it can change)
Where you live: everyone must live in Colorado. Where doesn’t matter
Other:
My charrie:
Name: UltimoFe (it means last hope, or last faith)
Age: 14
Appearance: Long feathery blond hair with tips of bright gold. Large teal-green eyes with a pattern much like a gemstone. Tan skin. Long eyelashes. Red lips and always wearing makeup.
Personality: Popular, extravagant but not a drama queen. Thinks drama queens are just big brats. Shy when she meets new people but very talkative when she warms up to them. Bold. Think the phrase; ‘if your friends were to jump off a bridge, would you follow?’ She would be the friend that jumped off the bridge.
What you think your power is: she has run very fast before, thought that a certain jump was very long, to long. Made a type of weird sand in chemistry before, and thought that she had ears on her hair one morning. (But it could be a bad hair day). So she really doesn't know.
Lives: In the mountains of Colorado
Other: plays on a rugby team in her high school (SHS, Scorching High school. Mascot is a white dragon. Colors are gold, teal, and white)
We can start when we have five or more people. You can still join after. But you have to make it that your moms decided to just tell you, and you must catch up with the group. Also if you know you can't participate for long DON'T JOIN.
Have fun guys!!!!
One last plot add on:
A man named Dagger has found you with a bunch of other girls/boys. You all must go to Colorado Springs, the home of the Air Force base. There, Dagger’s daughter is imprisoned, also boren on the 32. You think she is extremely powerful and has powers beyond all of yours. But of course, none of you know your powers yet. He didn’t talk much of her, but you believe her name is Wiara.
But here is what he did tell you:
The Government are the bad guys. They may have some of your own by now, teaching them to kill and destroy you. To stop you. He said that we alone can stop the president from going to war with the world, and causing WWIII. He has already made Civil War II, though no one knows of it. The bombings, the ‘Russians’ taking your loved ones, taking your things, that’s his army. And he doesn’t plan to let the public know this.
This was his plan all along. He knew that we were going into a metal loss when he was elected. An when we lost everything, he planned to devour America. Then the world. It’s up to you to stop him.
submitted by Claaws
(December 10, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
(December 10, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
Pokity poke poke poke!
(December 21, 2016 - 10:34 pm)
Pokity poke poke poke!
(December 21, 2016 - 10:34 pm)
We shall start...now! I'll begin.
~UltimoFe
I looked down at the ground my horse was trotting over. We were all silent. It wasn't fair...boren on the 32, yet I'm usless. I sighed. Why was this happening to me? Why did I have to be special, and not a day before specal? Being a special, you have so many recponcibilities. Going to the goverment to rescure Dagger's daughter, Waira. And maybe the others the goverment imprisoned, if they weren't too far gone. As in, against us.
I think the girl, Waira, was a Teleknisis. Or a phrophit. Or some powerful mix of both. It scared me, really, to know that people had this sort of power. That we had this sort of power. The specails. Well, except for me, that is. I looked back at Rose. After that granade went off and scared all the horses a week ago (ya, we'll still keep that part) and the metal girl got impeled with it, we've been pretty close. In grief and we've sorrta become friends. We didn't know the metal bending girl that well, but seeing someone die always brings a dark pain to your heart. (I know I know, maybe she died? The charature wasn't brought back, was she?)
No one else knew who she was, so we kept the talking of her to a minnimum, as not to get everyone all riled up. They were mostly girls, I observed. I wonder why that is? Maybe the goverment captured all the boys. Just because, well, most people think that boys are stronger then girls. We'll see about that.
Rose pulled her horse up to mine. She sighed, and I could tell she was confused. "Why us?" She whispered. "I just found out I was special, and already someone has died."
I smiled sadly. "Knowing what's coming, you'll soon be greaving for a lot more.
~Waira (I decided to make her a shared charrie)
I started at the metal bars of my cell, a snarle across my lips. Gold flickered across my blood, and I tried with all my strenght to hold my powers back. But they kept flashing in my mind. I saw my fathers and the girls I learned to know well, even though I had never met them. They were talking amongst themselves, and I knew they were coming to save me, and maybe even the others. I tried to keep this from the goverment, but it was like they could see into my mind.
Well not all of them. Just this one kid, Zako. Part of the goverment's 32 days team. The specials. He was probably told lots of lies, lies about what their really doing, lies about who is bombing, lies about who the good people are.
The bars to my prison rattled. There was nothing touching them, just pure mindwaves. I could sence Zako before he stepped from the shadows. "What did you see now, Golden-Blood? Tell me. Or else."
I puffed my breath out without answering. His brows furrowed. "You know, we're just trying to help. The goverment and I. You need to see that you're on the wronge side, and that the goverment is only trying to help. They need us to help them make America great again. (I'll give you a vertual high five if you got that)"
I glared at the floor. "No," I whispered, bearly aduable to the boy, and not aduable to the many camras places in very obvious places. "you're the one on the wronge side."
"Say that to my face." He growled, and I looked up to the sound of the cage bars rattling.
"You're. On. The. Wronge. Side." I snarled, glaring into his eyes. Then I turned to glare at the nearest camra. "Stuff that into your thick skulls."
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I'm making a boy charrie! *Cough Cough* Guys, please don't leace if you don't like my charrie. It's not OK to run away from your problems and things you dislike in life. Trust me, I learned that the hard way. If you don't like him, deal with it. You don'g have to make your charrie the same. Just trying to make a diversity of people types in this RP.
Name: Joe Bobbric (though you can just call him Bobby Joe, or just Bob or Joe. He may want to change his name to something like X or Scar a little ways in)
Age: Totally 14
Apperance: has an almost golden hue to his perfectly tan skin. His eyes are also a golden hue of a brown hazle color. A smile that would get you to fall in love first sight. Dark brown hair slowly changing to bright gold towards the tips. Stronge build, basically the teenage dream boy.
Personallity: Nice, but can be threatening. Empathetic. A real sweet heart. Makes friends easily. But sticks up to what he thinks is right, and will torture and be crule to others if its from his veiw of better good.
What you think your power is: Invincability. Or something like that. Also increadably strong.
Where you like: Used to live in the Big City. Recruted by the gov. before the part of where he used to live in NY was bombed and destroyed. Everyone he knew and loved died. The gov. belamed it on Dagger's group of specails. Seeks everlasting vengance. Now is living with the rest of the goverment's specials in Colorado Springs.
Other: He is gay. Although he doesn't know and pushes the fact away constently. He may 'inlock his true colors' during the story, but it might be more dramatic if he's constantly dealing with that and everything that comes with being one of the govs. specails.
Again, please don't quit becasue of him. Just acceipt it. This RP is extremely fun and I think ya'all will like it. We are not starting an argument over this. He is gay and I'm not changing my mind. Anyway, please post soon guys, and have fun with this! I really love this idea, and I'll share what I have of the story once it's readable. ;) Still just a bunch of ideas scribbled on paper. ;)
(December 21, 2016 - 11:42 pm)
Three things.
1) Can I turn this into a screenplay? Some people in our neighborhood wrote a movie and now a bunch of people are making it. I think it would be fun to do the same thing with this.
2) So, we're keeping the bush blowing up but not Rose running back to her house? We had planned for her to get captured.
3) Should Rose get captured? I have a plan for her escape, but it might be too OP.
(December 22, 2016 - 11:04 am)
Ya, sure thing! About the movie thing. I think that will turn out awsome!
oh, and I totally forgat about that! Ya, maybe she runs off a little ways in, like before we reach the base, and then they capture her, and when we intrude they have her in a prison? Does that sound okay?
(December 22, 2016 - 12:58 pm)
So, she does get captured?
(December 23, 2016 - 10:55 am)
Can I join?
(December 22, 2016 - 9:55 pm)
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(December 23, 2016 - 1:21 pm)
I will try to post Dec. 26 if I can. Sorry I haven't already!
(December 23, 2016 - 6:42 pm)
Sorry, I think I have to drop out.
Not because of the gay charrie you made, Claaws, but because I'm technically part of the weekends club and I'm already in another RP. I think I just don't have time. Sorry.
I wish I could join more RPs.....
(December 24, 2016 - 2:29 pm)
Oh so sorry I haven't been here lately! Yes she does still get captured, but maybe further into the story? And Leefpool, totolly understand. My life has been crazy... even after finals!
OTHER PEOPLE PLZ POST THIS STARTED AWHILE AGO!!
(December 28, 2016 - 10:03 pm)
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