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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
'Kay. A classroom. Why would there be a classroom in a place like this? Something about this place feels familiar. I touch the doorway, and Wren notices.
"Hey, why are you doing that?" she asks.
"It feels familiar, somehow," I attempt to explain. "It feels like something from a dream. I can't tell what it's from, though --" The room is suddenly spinning, and I fall.
"Green Eyes!" Rook cries as I plunge into a memory.
I enter a classroom as a bell rings. I rush into a seat next to a girl, the same girl from my previous memory. "Hey," she says.
"Yo," I reply. "How are you today, July?"
"Cut the garbage," she says.
A woman at the fromt of the room says harshly, "Excuse me, Miss Lenz, do you have something you'd like to tel the class?"
I flash July a dirty look as she begins, but it's not the same voice as before. Instead of her voice, it's Wren's, saying, "Green Eyes, Green Eyes!" over again.
It takes a while to realize my eyes are actually open when I open them. The back of my head hurts. "Green Eyes!" Wren cries, and I remember why I'm here. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good," I say. "Back of my head hurts though."
"What happened?" Rook asks, handing me my whip.
"Memory."
"From touching the door?" Wren asks. I guess she's still thinking about the conversation we had a few nights ago.
"Well, I --" I stop as I glance around the room. "This was the room I was in."
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Yep, Green Eyes knows this place!
(February 20, 2017 - 9:31 pm)
I smile when a little idea pops into my head.
I walk straight to the chalk board and furiously write something down.
Rook tries to stop me but I continue to write until I step back and we all look.
In chalk it writes, Nice move. Whoever you are or whatever you are (your preference, or just be you and lie), you don't have us fooled. We've caught on with this game. We being, well, we don't know, but we're in hallway C room nine. Come and greet us, please, and we'll have a nice chat with tea.
"Are you crazy?" Green Eyes exclaims. "Why would you tell them where we are?"
"So they'll reveal themselves," I reply.
It clicks in everyone's head.
"But what if they send someone, like a guard?" Rook asks.
"Then they'll talk," I reply. "We'll have tea and that'll be a start."
"What's with you and tea?" Green Eyes asks.
I frown. "I actually don't know. But I'm sure they'll bring some."
We explore the rest of the classroom, and I can't help but smile to myself when I hear one of them mutter, "Strange."
(February 20, 2017 - 8:06 pm)
Rook~
"Strange," I murmur. I've been sorting through some of the cabinets that are towards the back of the room, and I've found a small paper file filled with what looks like pictures. I see one of Wren, one of Green Eyes, and one of... Me. Each image has a number next to it, except mine. Mine has just one word next to it. Rook. Just like the chesspiece on my arm. And then, there's a note that someone has scrawled in an untidy hand underneath the name.
Test subject 1, chesspiece society.
Odd. I sort through more images, and I see more children with names instead of numbers. A girl named Queen, a boy named Knight. Another boy named King, and a smallish child with the name Pawn. Each has a chesspiece tattoo.
"What are you looking at?" Asks Wren, walking over to me.
"Nothing!" I say, shoving the pictures of the named children in my pocket, "It's probably time we got going, anyways."
Wren nods, and we make our way back to our room. I watch as the others ease into their beds, and I hide the pictures in the small hole in the wall under the bed. All except for my own, which I shove in my pants pocket. Then I slip into bed.
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Who are these mysterious chesspiece children? What makes them different from the rest? Only time can tell. If anyone wants, they can be one of the chesspiece children. Is it okay if I make another charrie sheet and RP as the one named Knight, as wel as Rook?
(February 21, 2017 - 8:18 am)
I'll play Queen!
(February 21, 2017 - 11:09 am)
Name: Knight
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Dark black hair, dark eyes, strangely tanned skin. A tattoo of a chess knight on his left shoulder.
Knight~
I wake, stripped of my armor, in a mirrored room.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
(February 21, 2017 - 12:50 pm)
Ooh, I'll be Pawn!
Name: Pawn
Age: 11
Gender: F
Appearance: Short Whiteish blond hair, small for her age, pale.
(February 21, 2017 - 7:07 pm)
Name: Queen
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance: Average height, curly red hair that goes down past her shoulders, pale skin, freckles everywhere, piercing green eyes. She's lanky and is brave and curious.
(February 21, 2017 - 9:25 pm)
Rook~
I try to find refuge in sleep, but there isn't any. So instead, I go under my bed and pull out the images of the named children. There's a red-haired girl named Queen, a small blond girl called Pawn, but there's one picture I can't pull my eyes away from. That is the image of a boy named Knight.
Knight~
Someone has left clothes lying out for me, so I walk over and pull them on. When I do, I realize there is an odd tattoo on my left shoulder. It looks like the head of a horse. A chess knight.
So that is what I will call myself, I think, for there is no name for me.
Knight.
(February 22, 2017 - 6:41 am)
(February 22, 2017 - 7:31 pm)
(February 23, 2017 - 6:04 am)
~Queen
I wake up to a room of white. I can't see anything, but then the brightness level and the shade of white goes down. I stand up, and wobble before I steady myself by putting one hand on the wall.
Where am I?
I look at myself in the mirror. I have curly red hair that goes down past my shoulders, with green eyes, pale skin, and freckles everywhere. I pull at the collar of the shirt I'm wearing. So white-
Then I notice a mark on my shoulder, close to my neck. A small crown, like a queen player in chess-
Wait, chess. How do I know about chess? Wait. Queen. Might as well call myself queen. Now to go and find other people.
(February 23, 2017 - 5:15 pm)
Knight~
Once dressed, I go over to the door and see if it's locked. When I turn the knob, the door opens easily, noiselessly. I creep out into the hallway, and bump into a red-haired girl.
"Um, sorry!" I stutter.
"No, it's okay," The girl says, "But where are we?"
(February 23, 2017 - 6:42 pm)
~Queen
"I have no idea," he replies. "Anyway, what's your name?"
"I have no idea," I say with a smile. "But I'll say Queen for now."
"Funny, mine is Knight," he replies. "Chess pieces for some reason, huh?"
I look at him. "Yeah.... I chose mine because of this small mark of some sort like a queen on my shoulder."
"Same here!" he exclaims. "Mine was a horse, like a knight on a chess board."
There's a small silence between us when I realize something. "Hey...do you think there could be other people like us?"
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Like, other people with chess pieces?"
His eyes light up. "Yes! Wait, you're a queen...that leaves a king, obviously, a pawn, a rook, and all of those others. This can't be coincidental, can it?"
"No," I reply. "But whatever is going on, do you want to help me?"
(February 23, 2017 - 10:37 pm)
Hey can someone get Vortex involved cause he's an odd charrie out.
(February 24, 2017 - 9:47 am)
(February 25, 2017 - 6:04 am)