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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)
I might try but Green Eyes is currently exploring a classrom in which she had a memory.
(March 4, 2017 - 1:24 am)
Rook~
No one has come to the room. I don't think that Wren's chalkboard note worked. Except that now we have been told by the men in black that we have classes. We were each handed school schedules. This is what mine says:
1~Breakfast
2~Combat Training
3~Science
4~Battle Strategy
5~Espionage
6~Lunch
7~Free Period
8~Weapons Training
9~Training
10~Dinner
11~Lights Out
(March 5, 2017 - 10:16 am)
Let's get a move on!
~Green Eyes
As Wren scribbles on the board, I walk over to the desk I had gone to in my memory. I sit down at it, and search around the inside with my hands. I pull out a pencil box, some paper, and a binder. I open up the binder, and search through the lined paper to search for clues as to who I am.
I find two different clues. One is a poem (as far as I can tell) called Thoughts. The second is two pages of small pictures drawn into twelve different sections. As I read through the dialogue in each scene, I realize that this was the paper that July was mad at me about. Was that why she had told me, "Cut the garbage,"? I can't comprehend this well.
I close the binder, and turn to the papers, scribbled with doodles dotted with a few worthwhile drawings that look like those from the pages of the binder. I must have drawn those. I look for my name on any of the papers, but all I see is the number 405. It's the same on every paper.
I get up and sit down at "July's" desk. I find nothing.
Soon after that, we leave, but before anyone can notice, I slip the binder and pencil box under my arm with me.
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UUUUUUH yeah. . . Sorry I didn't have enough time to let Vortex into this at all, but there'll be some new stuf after someone else posts. . . I mean, unless you want to write some stuff, @Ice Wolf.
(March 5, 2017 - 4:08 am)
I would love to write more, but I can't think of a way to get Vortex out without someone aiding in his escape from the guys forms or whatever they stay in. It's OK though!
(March 5, 2017 - 6:17 pm)
Arh!! I'M SO AORRYHFJEUBEJCFIEUN!!!
Artemis~
Slowly I walk down the mirrored hallway after the...what was it? Food? I don't know. I'm so tired I can hardly breathe. As I stumble down the hallway, I notice an open door. As I enter the room, the shadows begin to move. Quickly, I slam the door shut and turn around, back against it, breathing heavily. Three people that I hadn't noticed before turn around and run down the hallway towards me. I recognized them as Green Eyes, Wren and (insert other person here. SORRY!)
"Are you okay?" Wren asked. She seemed alarmed.
"Yeah. Something was...moving in there." I closed my eyes and leaned against the door.
"Really? That's odd. Move over, let me see." Someone asks inquizitorily, but they're very far off. I can barely hear them. Why am I dizzy? Why is everything black? The darkness closed in on my eyelids.
"Helllllo? Artemis? Come on, move over!"
"Artemis? Artemis?!" Their cries become more frantic as I slip out of the world...
And end up with a splitting headache.
"Ow." I say, but the words catCh in my throat as I look up at someone. Realizing I'm on the floor of a classroom, I stand up.
"I said, get down!" Someone screeches. Bang! I whirl around. A young boy with glasses is crumpled in the corner of the room. A girl with punky blue hair stands over him, laughing husterically. I feel my forehead. A lump.
"Hey, let him go!" I cry. The girl turns around, suprised.
"You again, Bishop?" She says.
"Yeah, me, Phak!" I smile devilishly. She grins cruelly.
"Fine, you win this time, Bish." She looked at the boy, kicked her one more time, and left. I rushed over.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked. He opened his mouth to speak.
"Artemis, snap out of it!" That sounded like Wren. My eyes flew open and I saw Wren, Green Eyes and (again, Sorry!!!!!) standing over me. I blinked a bit. The light around me adjusted so it wasn't so bright. I glanced down at my shoulder and gasped in alarm. Two tattoos stood out in bright black-one of a drawn bow and arrow and one of a bishop. Like in chess. I covered them with my hand. They burned.
"I...I have to go." Wobbling to my feet, I push past the small group and sprint into my room.
Rook, is this ok? Can she have just not found the Bishop file? Ooh, maybe it was in a different place? We don't have to implement this post either. Just let me know and we can ignore it. ;)
(March 5, 2017 - 9:26 pm)
Queen~
All of us are handed schedules with our names on them and in little print there seems to be classes.
Mine says:
1~Breakfast
2~Combat Training
3~Science
4~Battle Strategy
5~Espionage
6~Lunch
7~Free Period
8~Weapons Training
9~Training
10~Dinner
11~Lights Out
I look over at Knight's, and his says the same exact thing.
"Coincidence?" he asks.
I nod and mutter, "Nope."
~~~~
The next day, we go downstairs where a small cafeteria opens up. I sit with Knight, not knowing anyone else, and we look down at the plate with small grey food. Gross.
Suddenly a loud speaker comes on and blares,
"Congrats to the red-haired girl sitting at table 9! It's your birthday!"
It shuts off, and I can feel my cheeks growing pink. That's me.
"How old are you know?" Knight asks.
"Um, 15?" I reply. "I-I don't know."
There's a silence but he snickers. "It's okay, nobody does."
Knight's funny, but he realises not even he can lighten the mood.
They're mocking me. But I don't find it funny.
Now to go to Combat Training and see what happens next.
Wren~
There's a loud speaker that comes on, directed at a girl with curly red hair sitting at Table 9.
Rook and I look over, but she looks down, obviously embarrased. A boy with short dark hair and tanner skin tries to talk to her, but her head remains down.
Rook peers at her curiously. "I think we should go talk-"
Suddenly a shrill bell rings, and we are all made to go to the classes.
"What do you have next?" I ask them all.
Green Eyes, Vortex, Rook, and I all have the same first class but our classes after that are shuffled.
We head to our class together.
I'll make King, but someone else might need to play him.
Name: King
Age: 16
Gender: M
Appearance: Short blonde hair, pale skin with only a little bit of freckles on the face, athletic build, tall, slim, and has a king chess piece on his shoulder.
(March 5, 2017 - 9:13 pm)
Bishop's okay, but maybe not the girl? Everyone who has a tattoo so far is part of a secret plot, and they're all chesspieces. Thanks for asking :)
(March 6, 2017 - 6:00 am)
No problem! :) So maybe it could be she just saw someone else's memory, like she was there..? ;)
I could make a separate Bishop, if you'd like.
(March 6, 2017 - 4:02 pm)
I can play King, but that would mean I would have three charries, and they'd all be part of the chesspiece project.
(March 6, 2017 - 6:01 am)
~Green Eyes
What.
Welp, I guess we have classes now, so I don't have any more free time on my hands! Then I notice the seventh "class." Free period. Huh. I never thought that I would have free time as a class. I bet they'll find something to make us do, though. We can't actually be "free," since we're all trapped in here.
I take another look at the schedule in my hand:
1~Breakfast
2~ Combat Training
3~Science
4~Battle strategy
5~Espionage
6~Lunch
7~Free Period
8~Weapons Training
9~Training
10~Dinner
11~Lights out
What do the numbers signify? Are they the hours in which we are supposed to to the listed class? Also, do other people have the same class as me?
I'm tired after our midnight adventure. I kind of just want to sleep, but that's not in the schedule so I guess I'll just deal.
The guards lead us back to the room where we were first put in and tell us to sit down. When some of us look clueless, one of them yells,"Today, maybe!" And we all scramble into seats.
When we have all calmed down from the excitement that happened two minutes ago, a guard that is obviousy the guy in charge, steps out from the others. He yells,"Last night a door was found open and with the contents of the room tampered with. You were guarded last night, I presume?" He turns to his associates.
"Y-yes. . . ?" One of the guards says. I look around and spot Wren, who smiles at me with her thumb and second finger together in a symbol that means "I told you so!" I wink at her and turn back to the guards.
"What does that mean? Tell me, or you will have your head on. My. WALL!" The head guard shouts into the other guard's face. The guard goes pale.
We squirm in our seats, trying to process what he had just said. On his wall? That couldn't mean -- would he kill those who dieobey?
Finally the pale guard speaks. "I-i fell asleep, sir. . . I'm sorry." His face is as white as paper.
"You. Did. WHAT?!?!?!?" The head guard shouts, and somehow the other's face becomes even more pale. "Get otuof this room, NOW! And the boss will be looking to see you." he says menacingly. He turns to us. "Now that that's taken care of, we found a classroom door open. WHO DID IT?!?!?!?!?"
I start to raise my hand in defeat, but Wren shoots me glare and shakes her head. She's right. There's nothing good about turning yourself in.
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HOLY LONG POST but I can assure you that it was pretty interesting, am I right?
*cricket shirps* *sighs*
(March 6, 2017 - 12:19 am)
I hope it's not too late to join.
Name: Noiré
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Curly, black hair which hangs just to her shoulders, runaway strands falling in her face. Tan-ish skin; green eyes. Looks French, hence the name; it means 'raven' or 'dark' in French, which she somehow knows. Looks tough, slim, and gives off a sense of darkness, oddly balanced by the white uniform. About 5"7.
(March 6, 2017 - 12:22 am)
Wren~
I can't help but snicker when the guards get in trouble. They better expect more of this to come, becasue I'm on fire.
But what's odd is that Rook keeps on looking at the red-haired girl and the dark-haired boy. Do they seem familiar to her? No matter how hard I ask, though, she ust shrugs it off.
Then there's another boy and another girl that seem off too. A boy, about 16 maybe, with short blonde hair and a small girl, maybe 11, with really long white-blonde hair. Could they be the other chess piece children-
I realise this and write Rook a small note, hoping she'll respond.
Rook,
The other chesspiece children you were talking about? I think they're all in this room.
(March 6, 2017 - 5:24 pm)
Rook~
When I get the note, I'm shocked. How does Wren know about the other chesspiece children? It's not like I told her about it...
Wren,
I scribble onto the same paper,
Have you been looking through my stuff? The things I took from the room last night?
Wren gets my note and blushes slightly when she reads it. I don't need to see what she's written down on the paper to know her answer.
Yes.
I really want to sceam at her for looking at my things, but I know that will have to wait for a time when we aren't surrounded by guards watching our every move. So maybe I can scold her when we're out of this place. But before I even have a chance to speak to her at all, the Head Guard slams his fist down on my table.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOUNG LADY?"
"I'm sorry," I murmer. I seem to know that acting sweet and innocent will help me survive, "But I was just taking notes. I've found that I enjoy solving mysteries, and I'm writing down the clues."
Then, when he's not looking, I shove Wren's note in my mouth and swallow it down. I take out a new piece of paper and write down what he'd been saying earlier on it, then show it to him. He nods and turns towards the others.
"Your first class is Battle Training, something we cannot do in this sad excuse for a classroom. Follow me."
We form a line, following the Head Guard out the door. I hear Wren whisper in my ear.
"How did you do that?"
"Do what?" I ask
"You got rid of my note, and then you gave a new one to him. And when you were moving, you seemed- faster. It was like hitting the speed button on a- a-" She struggles for the right words, "On a something that has a speed button."
A guard moves closer to us, and the conversation ends.
What does she mean, speed button?
(March 7, 2017 - 6:35 am)
Sorry I haven't been posting lately. I'm a very busy wolf.
Vortex~
Word travels quickly here. I've heard that a door was left open somewhere, to some kind of forbidden class room. Munching on the tasteless rock that they surged us for breakfast, I feel bad for the people that went in there, and I wish I could have been there to help, but I was too late. I guess that's what happens when you don't act up. People whisper around me and I can tell that something else much worse has happened. But I shrug it off, I'll have to learn to do that if I'm to survive here. I look at the schedule. "Well. I guess I'm off to... Combat training." I look at the page confused. Why would someone teach their captives how to fight? That's stupid. They have to know it's going to bite them back. Mumbling to myself, I try and figure out what's going on. Could we be part of some kind of government project, whatever that is? I don't know, my thinking is blurred.
When I get to combat training, I notice that there seem to be more guards than usual, I guess that's because of what happened last night. Trying to draw the least amount of attention as possible, I go to the back of the class, and wait, looking for a face that looks familiar.
(March 7, 2017 - 11:26 am)
(March 7, 2017 - 5:53 pm)