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Welcome to Fenford RP!
OK, so I know that I have a bad rep for not starting or posting on RPs, but I have a good feeling about this one. Sorry, just needed to get that out of the way. ON TO THE INTRO!
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A wooden sign sits next to the road, swaying slightly in the breeze. It reads, "WELCOME TO FENFORD, PENNSYLVANIA! POPULATION: 37 HUMANS, MULTIPLE CATS, DOGS, BIRDS, AND ONE LLAMA. OH, AND A FEW GHOSTS.
The town in question is small, with the majority of the multicolored houses grouped up together on the West side of town. The Plaza is in the center, its cobblestones almost constantly clattering with the sound of feet. On the North side of town lies the Industrial District, where the old railroad and the car factory is. Password: Washing Machine. On the East side lies the Town Hall, with his two clocks, both broken. Also in the north is Oppenheimer's Market where people buy groceries and other things. On the south side lies the old Malconten Manor (one of those old mansions that go on forever), and Welsmith High, Middle, and Elementary School (that's literally what it's called).
Something is happening, though. The Town Hall is dying. He's talking less and less every day. Ivy is beginning to grace his windows. But there's more. The ghosts aren't coming out of Malconten Manor as much anymore. Fenford is losing its peculairity.
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So, yeah. This RP takes place in Fenford, Pennsylvania, which is a small town in the middle of nowhere. Fenford is not just a normal tow, though. Fenford is peculiar. Very peculiar. The Town Hall (who's name is Hal) likes to give public announcements every morning, Malconten Manor is haunted by some freindly (and some unfreindly) ghosts. But the problem is that Fenford is slowly losing its peculiarity.
RANDOM SIDENOTE: I just read the book Dead End in Norvelt, which is kinda my inspiration.
The people of Fenford are all kinda weird and have their own quirky characteristics (ex. my character Theo uses echolocation, and can recite every Stevie Wonder song by heart). So, without further adeu, the charrie sheets!
Name:
Gender/Pronouns:
Age (no limits here!):
Species (Are they a ghost or a human or a sentient llama, or what?):
Appearance (in detail):
Personality (Make them diverse, NO MARY SUES/GARY STUS):
Occupation (optional):
Siblings/pets (optional):
Password:
Other:
A NOTE ABOUT CHARRIES: try to make them all quirky, but don't go too crazy. I don't want any orc-golbins or sheep-men.
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My charrie (as customary for me) will be posted after the first one. If you have any questios, feel free to ask them!
Kilp says nmtz
nametagz? That sounds kinda like a rapper name...
See you in Fenford!
submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(September 15, 2017 - 4:37 pm)
(September 15, 2017 - 4:37 pm)
Okay! So maybe she can talk but only really talks to Eliza, or only Eliza can understand her? Either way, I’m sorry for making this so confusing. XD
(September 22, 2017 - 7:41 pm)
No, it's okay, it was a good question and something I needed to decide anyway. I like your suggestion, and it will probably get sorted out when we start.
@General Waffleson: When are we starting?
(September 23, 2017 - 11:09 am)
As soon as Gared makes his charrie.
(September 24, 2017 - 7:09 am)
*Jarvis. I don't know why I wrote Gared.
(September 24, 2017 - 7:10 am)
@Waffleson:
Didn't Gared say he couldn't stay, and was leaving the CB once more??
~Starseeker
(September 24, 2017 - 8:24 pm)
Please post your charrie so we can start!
(September 26, 2017 - 6:29 pm)
Can we please just start and let Jarvis join with his charrie later in the story? Otherwise this thread will die.
(September 29, 2017 - 5:32 pm)
Sure. I think we've given her enough time to make it and she has it so... YOU HAVE ABSOLUTE PERMISSION TO START!
(September 30, 2017 - 5:49 am)
Go ahead and start: I'm having trouble finding time for the CB but I'll try to post my charrie soon anyway.
(October 2, 2017 - 8:13 am)
TOP!!
Oh my gosh Byte just said demo!!!! A real word!
(October 2, 2017 - 8:15 am)
(October 2, 2017 - 7:44 pm)
Hey General Waffleson, will you make the first post? I think a lot of people are kinda hanging back (me at least) because we don't want to start the story in a way that doesn't fit with your idea of Fenford. If you could start it, then we could get an idea on the feel of Fenford, the layout, etc.
Thanks!
(October 3, 2017 - 7:18 am)
I’m going to write this Third Person, because...yeah. XD
Eliza~
”Hello Theo!” Eliza gently called out.
Theo swing from the sturdy hammock between the two trees in his front yard. His usual lost look was on his face as he rocked to the beat of his music.
He nodded back towards her direction, and Eliza was slightly surprised he could hear her.
“Yo Eliza!” a familiar voice called.
Eliza smiled at Harper. She noticed that even with Harper’s short hair, the wind was strong enough to blow it in different directions. Harper huffed and took out her cap from her knapsack and placed it on her head.
“Do you wanna go get a pop?” Harper asked excitedly.
Eliza shivered and nodded, smiling as she trailed behind Harper. But the smile quickly vanished when she remembered what she wanted to tell Harper.
“Did you hear about the city expansion?” she asked Harper. “They plan to cut down the Thin Tree forest. The rivers...they’ll all be gone.”
”Those selfish idiots,” Harper snorted. “They don’t care about Fenford. But that’s not the only thing. I’ve heard about a dark cloud that is being cast over Fenford. Not only literally, but metaphorically too.” She shrugged before laughing. “But that’s coming from me, the crazy conspiracy theorist.”
Eliza nodded in denial on the last remark. Harper was usually right when she was talking about things like his. Or at least, Eliza believed her.
And Harper may not be wrong on this issue.
(October 3, 2017 - 10:07 pm)
Jumping on the third person train!
Harvest~
Harvest walks down the main street in Fenford. Or is he floating? He's never been entirely sure which. He can still hear piano music floating down from the mansion, Allegro's singing high and sweet. Along main street lies a small general store filled with oddities and necessities, along with a small counter where you can buy food, ice cream and soda. Two girls enter the shop, deep in conversation.
The wind shifts, from breezy to dark and stormy. The town hall, who can be heard all across town says nothing, not his usual "Storm coming! I hope you all have umbrellas!" or even a "Sure looks like rain!". It's strange, the quietness that spreads throughout Fenford.
And then Harvest feels it. The terror, deep, dark and relentless. He goes back to the mansion, moving as fast as he can. When he goes through the door, Allegro looks up from the piano, stops singing.
"I think there's something wrong," he says.
(October 4, 2017 - 8:37 pm)
Starting a new, first person train (cause that's how I'm writing my book, Take Wing, but if you guys want me to stick to third person I can)
Allegro~
I begin to sing a minuet by Rameau. As the lyrics float around me, and my fingers dance across the piano's keys, a name comes to mind: Elinor. I've been thinking about her a lot lately. Who is she? I know she's important, and I know I need to find her.
The words I am singing may be Rameau's, but in my head, they are all about Elinor.
Harvest bursts in, startling me out of my reverie. I should be used to this-- he does this quite often-- but I'm still not.
"I think there's something wrong," he says, panting.
I frown. I'm one of the most powerful ghosts of the manor, and if there was anything wrong, I believe i would have picked it up. But Harvest has a special intuition that I don't have-- a sixth sense, some would say, that allows him to feel things I can't without searching.
I close my eyes and reach inward and outward, towards all the threads that bind Fenford together. I gasp. On the far reaches of the town in my mind, the threads are starting to fray and snap. Even as I watch, another one gives way.
I open my eyes. "You're right," I say.
He nods, then bites his lip. "What can we do? What is it, Allegro?"
I close my eyes and reach out again. Stretching my arm towards the disturbance, I stroke its surface. It's cool and hard, and like nothing I've ever felt before. It's strange... repellant to my very nature. I retract my arm and open my eyes once more.
"Harvest," I say, and he snaps to attention.
"I cannot leave this manor," I say, gesturing to the walls around me. My head twinges. Ghosts can't speak lies, ever, without repercussions. But what I have said is true... for the most part. I may be physically able to leave the Manor, but I am unable mentally to leave the sanctuary that has protected me from humans all these years.
I continue. "I need you to scout out whatever this... thing is. But be wary."
Harvest nods again, and bows. Then he whisks out the door. I sigh. Harvest's rather formal greetings and leavings are something that appear to be ingrained in him. Just like the name Elinor in me... whoever she is.
I turn back to the piano and resume the minuet, though my mind is occupied with thoughts of Elinor and this mysterious disturbance.
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Good? Too controlling? Let me know!
~Starseeker/Allegro
(October 5, 2017 - 5:33 pm)