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Brainwashed?? RP
Brainwashed?? RP
Okay, so when this RP pops up, your first thoughts may be that this RP is kind of weird. And the plot might be slightly confusing, but it'll definently develop as we go along, so please join!
So here's the plot:
One day you wake up in a white room on a white bed staring at a white ceiling. You look around and see you are in a white uniform of some sort, and you're just lying there. When you think about it, you can't remember why you're there or what's happening. You then realize that you don't even know who you are. You get up and look around for a mirror, but there isn't one. However, the walls are so clean that you can see your reflection, but you can't remember who you are.
Later on someone, in a suit, comes to fetch you. You just follow them, unknowing what is happening. You want to ask them, but you're too shocked to even talk.
You end up looking over a balcony at a huge white center where the ceiling is tall, and there are other people like you beneath. The man in the suit leaves you, and you walk down the stairs and to the area below. There you sit at a table where other people like you are trying to come to their senses. You notice that some people at another table that have arrived before you are trying to give each other names, so you start to do the same at your own table.
Basically, in this RP, you try to find out who you are, why these people took you, and you make friends along the way.
Here's the charrie sheet-
Name: ???? What do you call yourself???? (I would go with non-specific names. This is, in a way, your nickname, because you don't know your actual name)
Age: ???? How old do you look???? (You look between 14-18 years)
Gender:
Appearance:
I'll fill mine out:
Name: I don't know, but I'll call myself Wren (like the bird)
Age: 14
Gender: F
Appearance: Shoulder-length light and curly blonde hair, pale skin, freckles, and big blue-green eyes. Her movements are quick, and she has excellent hearing, sight, and observation skills. She wears the white uniform, she's about 5"5, she's slim, and she looks fragile and sensitive, even though she's actually stronger than she looks.
Please join! Thank you! We'll start when we have 5-10 people, and others can totally join throughout the RP!
submitted by Killim
(February 6, 2017 - 6:13 pm)
(February 6, 2017 - 6:13 pm)
~Green Eyes
"And we're the players," Wren says.
"And I suspect it's not just any game either. It's a deadly game, meant to hurt and kill," I add. "Is that going too far? I don't know if that's how far my imagination goes." My ears turn red along with the rest of my face.
Then another person walks up.
Sorry its its so short but I posted this at like 9 or something so I'm kinda tired is @InkTail available to write as Artemis if she can't I'll find someone else.
(February 14, 2017 - 2:30 am)
Rook~
I walk up to the other group and I'm about to get talking, but then one of the men in black approaches the table and all the chatter stops. I put one hand on my shoulder, covering the chesspiece tattoo. I'm guessing it's not supposed to be there. Just like I'm not supposed to be remembering.
"Now that you've all gotten socializing," He says in a gruff voice, "It's time we showed you to your dorms for Resting Hours."
"Resting Hours?" Inquires a girl with a streak of red in her hair
"Yep. You go to sleep, and then we have classes tommorrow, followed by the Games."
The man grins mischeviously at us.
"Wait a second," I say, "Resting? As in sleeping? In, like, beds?"
The man looks shocked
"How do you know-"
And then another memory hits me.
I'm in a building, and the walls of the hallways are lined with small metal boxes that children seem to be using to store books in. I walk down the hallway with a girl who looks about my age. Her hair is redder than Cardi's, and not just a streak of it.
"Did you hear about the special program?" she asks
"The what?" I respond
"A group of men came to the school today," she says, "They said they'd be paying volunteers for participating. Some kind of scientific study."
"Honestly, all I want is to just go to bed. I can imagine it at home- the covers all freshly washed and the pillows all fluffy-"
"But don't you think you could use some cash for your fam?" she asks
Then the girl hands me the flier and leaves for what she says is her next class.
And then I stop remembering,
"What just happened?" says the girl, Wren.
"I just-"
And then I faint.
(February 15, 2017 - 6:36 am)
The man sighs and is about to pick Rook up when I step in front of him.
"Don't you dare touch her. Back away, you physcopath."
He looks startled but regains his gaze and marches away.
"Wow, authority," I hear one kid mutter.
I roll my eyes and kneel beside Rook.
Her eyes blink a second later. "What just happened?"
I sigh. "You passed out. Memory?"
She nods and sits up. "Yeah."
(February 15, 2017 - 5:47 pm)
~Wren
(February 15, 2017 - 5:47 pm)
~Green Eyes
Wren kneels next to the pale, brown-haired girl on the ground. I want to ask what is wrong, but I can't find the words. I only just met Wren and Cardi. All I want now is a break.
Apparently now's a good time to remember stuff.
I'm standing outdoors surrounded by a small group of people, holding a piece of paper. One of them, a girl, says, "When are you going to be done?"
"I dunno," I reply. " I promise I'll get it done by junior year though." She fake-yells at me and the memory fades.
"Move along," one of the suit-clad men tells me. I begin to walk, zoning out from everything around me and following everyone else. What's junior year? Who was that girl? Where was I?
They lead us to a hallway with rows of doors on either side. Each has a picture of a face on it.
"Find your room and go in. DO NOT come out until we tell you to." The same guy as before tells all of us. When he sees us wandering, he yells, "And make it snappy!!"
As a look for my face, I pass a door with a green-haired boy on it, one with a black-haired boy with bright blue eyes, sorta like mine, but in blue. When I come across my door, there's something different than the reflection I saw. The glasses. I touch my finger to the lens, an feel the rough cracks. This picture of me has no cracks on the lenses at all. When was this picture taken? What happened to my glasses?
But there's no time for that now. I enter the room.
(February 16, 2017 - 2:23 am)
Rook~
I wake up in a bed that is not my own, in a room in which there are three other sleeping figures, with walls as white as the chess figures I played with in my memories. One of the sleeping figures wakes, and I recognize her as Wren.
"You remembered something, didn't you?"
"What?" I ask. Was it so obvious?
"You remembered something. I saw it in your eyes as you passed out. And it wasn't your first time, was it? It's happened before."
I sigh.
"You're right. I did... Remember."
"What?" The girl whispers, exited. She practically bounces with energy.
"I- I had a family. A little girl-my sister- with the most beautiful curly blond hair and dark brown eyes. And a woman, my mother. My sister and I were playing a game called chess, and then i had to go to some place called school."
"And?"
"Well, I had another memory. I was at a place where the walls were lined with steel boxes and the halls and rooms were filled with children. A girl with red hair came and gave me a piece of paper and told me about some 'special program'. And that's when I last passed out. Have you had any memories?"
(February 18, 2017 - 7:47 am)
(February 18, 2017 - 5:03 pm)
Hey, wait, who is the other person in the room with you?
(February 18, 2017 - 10:26 pm)
Anyone who wants to be.
(February 19, 2017 - 6:28 am)
Oh wow, so sorry! I completely forgot about joining this up until now! Thanks for including me anyway!
Cardinal~
A few other girls and I are led into a room full of white beds. The boys are taken into another room just beside it.
I realize, walking into the room, that I actually remember a lot of things, if only I can place them. When they mentioned 'beds' and 'rooms' earlier, blurry images came to mind of sleeping. Sleeping was my only memory then. But now that I see the beds in the room, a blurry image of a girl sleeping in a bed in the corner of her room comes to mind, but before I can fully form it, it fades like mist.
I walk over to a bed on one side of the room, and sit down. Two other girls are talking, and I recognizw them as Green Eyes and Wren. I lie down in the bed and stare up at the blank ceiling. I picture that beautiful red bird perching on my finger, and smile. It's the only thing I have to hold onto anymore. The Cardinal.
I suddenly realize the nerve of these people, putting middle and high schoolers to bed for naps in the middle of the day, like we're two years old! Preposterous! I decided then and there that there's NO WAY I'm going to sleep. The beds aren't comfortable and I'm not tired anyway.
But what else is there in life?
Suddenly the bleakness of this whole situation hits me, and I see my life stretching out before me, like one big, long, white sheet of paper.
(February 19, 2017 - 9:41 am)
~Green Eyes
I tell Wren about my two memories. "The first one I had was when I was looking at my hands earlier," I sho her my scarred and scratched hands. "I was sitting on a couch with another person while an orance cat bit and scratched my hand."
"That's kinda weird. I wonder what triggers the memories." Wren replies.
"I don't know, but I had another one, too. Right after the girl with the Chess piece passed out. I was surrounded by a bunch of people, and I was holding a piece of paper in my hand. This one girl asked when I was going to be finished with it and I said 'before junior year.'" I think about it. "Before the memory faded, I caught a glance of the paper. the title was, 'Death, Chara, Action!' I think it was supposed to be a story or something."
"I wonder if the memories are triggered by something that reminds you of the memory, or if you see a person feeling the way you did in the memory." Wren thinks out loud.
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HOLY FRIGG SHORT POST AGAIN BUT IDK WHAT WREN WANTS TO SAY. . .
(February 19, 2017 - 5:17 pm)
Pardon me. I have not been posting lately. :( I'll try to be better. I've just been really busy.
Vortex~
I am lying down, staring at the ceiling. How do they expect us to sleep? We literally just got all of our memories wiped! I feel dizzy as a flashback comes to me.
I'm running. I'm running as fast as I can but I don't know what I'm running from. The thing is, I don't feel afraid, I'm angry. Why am I running from something and why is it making me so mad? As I run, I'm punching branches that are threatening to catch my clothes. When I leap over a log, the laces on my shoe get stick, and I go face first into the ground. Turning around, I try to see the face of my chaser, but all I see is a black shadow, and that's when I wake up.
The shadow didn't look like one from the big guards here. It was someone small. Who was that?
(February 20, 2017 - 10:47 am)
Rook~
"So you remember too?" I ask Green Eyes, who joined in on Wren's and my conversation a little while ago.
"Yeah, I do. Strange, huh?"
"I guess."
"Where'd you get that tattoo?" Asks Green Eyes, pointing at my shoulder. I gasp, relizing I forgot to cover it up, and frantically move my hand over it.
"Don't worry," Says Green Eyes, "I won't tell them."
Cautiously, I move my hand away.
"I'm not sure," I say, in response to her earlier question, "But when I was remembering, I noticed one thing. The tattoo isn't in any of my memories. And when I first woke up, my shoulder ached, as though someone had just stuck needles in it. THis makes me think-"
"The tattoo is fresh," Gasps Wren, her eyes widening, "Which means-"
"Someone must have given it to me after I came here. But why?"
(February 20, 2017 - 12:16 pm)
~Wren
"I don't know," I reply. "But there's only one way to answer all of our questions."
"And how's that?" Green Eyes asks.
I smile evily. "By exploring this place."
We set a plan for after the guards stop their patrollings around the builidng. I analyzed that they wouldn't expect us to come out so soon.
"Oh, and by the way," I say out loud in the darkened room. I hear Rook's bunk below me creaking slightly. "One of the guards will be sound asleep tonight, so don't worry about being too loud."
"What do you mean?" she whispers.
I lean over the bunk and look at her. "I noticed when the guard took his sunglasses off that his eyes were blood-shot, probably from the lack of sleep caused by maintaining all of us over the last few days. If anything, he'll call today a night and leave us be."
"Yeah, because we're supposed to be too dazed to even function anyway," I hear Cardi's voice comment.
I nod. "Yep. Two hours. Two more hours until this building's midnight."
(February 20, 2017 - 3:43 pm)
Rook~
I scour the room, trying to find anything of possible use. I tear a smal hole in my mattress, grabbing one of the springs and bending it into the shape of a sword-like weapon. I sharpen it against another spring from my bed, and Green Eyes stares in amazement.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" She asks, amazed.
"I'm not sure," I say, "But I think it's a weapon."
I can't find much else of use, but I take some other broken springs and use them to poke a small hole in the wall. This is were I decide to put all contraband from now on.
Green Eyes and Wren have fashioned their own makeshift weaponry, Wren with a piece of wood snapped from beneath the bed and Green Eyes making a whip from some torn pieces of her clothing and an old blanket. I help her give the whip a sharp metal tip with the sharpened springs. I shove my extra springs in the pockets of my white pants, and then Wren, Green Eyes and I sneak out of the room.
We emerge into a hallway painted the same shade of white as everything else in this joint. I see that Wren was right; there is no guard awaiting us. We slink through the hall, eyeing the walls for any exit. We walk for what seems like hours, and every few steps I carve a small notch in the wall so we will be able to make our way back when we need to. Suddenly, Wren stops and I bump into her.
"What-?"
Green Eyes covers my mouth with her hand and points to what Wren is staring at. I see a door in the wall.
Carefully, Wren eases the door open. We all step inside the room and I'm amazed.
It looks like... A classroom.
(February 20, 2017 - 6:49 pm)