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Inception Roleplay!
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The man leapt across the cars, with unnatural speed and strength. He continued to carry the weapon and finally crashed through a portal. The damage done on the other side, however, would be far greater than anything he may have done in his homeland.
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Gabria smoothed out the fabric on her skirt and adjusted her veil. A small chestnut curl escaped out of the area around her ear, but she didn’t notice it. Even the London train couldn’t keep out the biting cold, and she desperately tried to conserve the energy and heat that she had. She looked curiously around at the few people in her compartment-she even had the sneaking suspicion they were all the only people on the train. Gabria shivered with excitement. Once she got back to Scotland, her postulancy might be complete. However, the sisters at the monastery were always secretive about those things.
Looking back towards the train doors as they shut, she began to relax as the train rolled forward. Her head leaned on the window, her curious green eyes looking out towards the outside, and soon, the hum lured her to sleep.
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When Gabria woke up, the train had only a few minutes before reaching its destination, which was Essex, England. She silently got up and leaned against the metal bar, clutching her bag. For a moment, she wished she was completely a nun, as they get to wear large robes that would surely shield her from the frigid temperatures.
She could feel the train slowing down, but the windows were foggy, causing her to not be able to see anything.
Others rose around her, but when the train doors opened, she gasped in horror.
She slowly stumbled out, and looked around her.
New York.
And by the looks of the people and the place, it was New York in the 40s.
Gabria looked towards the others, and their faces had the same shocked mask.
She suddenly felt something heavy in the pocket of her dress, so without thinking, she reached for it. Her slim fingers took it out before she peered at the letter curiously.
Stop the man in the bright blue overcoat. He’s changing the future by altering the past. He’ll bring chaos to everything and everyone you love. Stop him. Then you’ll get your answers.
-S.T.
Gabria’s eyes widened, and she pondered whether to show the others or not.
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Explanation time!
A man has escaped from some century, possibly in the future, with a device powerful enough to alternate the past. These characters board a train on accident that goes straight to the past that was altered. They are the only people that know of what this man can do, and they are the only ones that can stop him.
The 1940s that they enter is one where there was never a World War II. Now, this may seem good at first, as countless numbers of people died in WWII. However, this only causes more tension among all countries that will finally blow over in the future these charries come from. When this blows over, there will be even more people killed during the war. The password is your name hourglass (ex. Kyoto hourglass). They must stop this from happening by stopping the man in order to keep history the way it was.
There will only be 7 spots (including me, and only one charrie per person please):
The aspiring actor/actress
The training athlete
The ambitious news writer
The world class doctor
The failing musician
The college student
The nun in training (my character)
Charrie Sheet:
Full Name (please make it fit with the country you are from):
Age (diversity! ^^):
Gender:
Country of origin (again, diversity. I don’t want everyone to be from England. Also, if there is a specific city or town, please include that):
Appearance (details! ^^):
Personality (include the strengths and weaknesses):
Background:
Occupation/role you want:
Second occupation/role you want:
Third occupation/role you want (tie breaker):
Password:
Shipping (yes or no?):
Other:
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Mine:
Full Name: Gabria Elowen Donnell
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Pluscarden, Scotland
Appearance: Gabria has shoulder blade length chestnut brown hair with natural golden streaks. It is in loose curls. Her skin is fair but with a tint of tan from being outside often. She has big, green eyes with golden flecks. She has freckles sprayed across her face, making her seem young, but still her age. She is quite slim, but has hidden strength, and is the average height of her age. Gabria has to wear the nun veil, but not quite yet the robes. She sometimes tears her dresses, because she still climbs trees and runs up the green hills.
Personality: Gabria’s personality is similar to Maria Von Trapp’s, in that she is very free spirited and doesn’t follow the norm. She has an amazing voice and loves singing, but is shy about it when around others. Gabria is very intelligent and very curious about the world around her. Sometimes she has trouble following authority, but she never means to offend people. She’s funny and always makes others laugh, just by what she does. Her positive attitude is contagious. However, deep down, she’s actually quite sensitive and quite introverted. Gabria is always observant, especially in new atmospheres.
Background: Gabria comes from a farming family which also herded Highland Cattle. The family consisted of her, her older brothers, her younger sister, and her parents. Her older brothers all went into the city and made big names for themselves while her sister still lives with her parents, being only 16. Gabria went on to be a nun, because she often thought of it as neat to be one. However, she’s still not fully aware of the responsibilities.
Occupation: Nun in training
Shipping: Yes! I think it’d add a lot to Gabria if she was shipped with someone that she would fall for, and that would draw her away from becoming a nun (preferably opposite gender, please :)
Other:
This is an other for the RP, but as soon as they step off the train, their clothes transform into 40s style clothes for their occupation or role.
I think that’s it! If you join, please stay dedicated. I don’t want this RP to die. ^^
submitted by Kyoto, formerly Doctor Who?
(January 4, 2018 - 10:12 am)
(January 4, 2018 - 10:12 am)
(January 9, 2018 - 3:47 pm)
*Scrambles wildly for paper* So incredibly sorry for the wait! I promise I will post my charrie sheet tomorrow because I will have nothing else to do.
(January 9, 2018 - 5:47 pm)
Aaand here we go.
Full Name: Riya Jindali
Age (diversity! ^^): 24
Gender: Female
Country of origin: India
Appearance (details! ^^): She has medium brown skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair with bleach streaks in it. Riya is medium height and she carries a messenger bag with a notebook, pens, and a laptop wherever she goes. Riya has the kind of face you might see in makeup ads--she has fine features and subtly delineated cheekbones.
Personality (include the strengths and weaknesses): Riya is generally a cheerful person. She works hard and many people like her because of her openness. She's not scared of most things but she's really scared of small, enclosed spaces. And heights. She hates heights. But those aside, she loves shopping and bright, colorful clothes, and she likes doing people's makeup. And writing, of course. She has a good eye for detail and sometimes notices things that others wouldn't.
Background: Riya grew up bilingual in a slightly wealthy Indian home. She moved to America when she was 18 to attend college and pursue a degree in journalism, but she graduated early due to the fact that she got bronchitis and missed almost all of a semester. After she recovered, she got a job as a journalist in NYC and has worked there ever since.
Role: Ambitious news writer
Password: Leafpool hourglass
Shipping (yes or no?): I'm not sure.
Other: Has a persistent cough.
(January 10, 2018 - 5:11 pm)
Great! Although, I would ask if you could add a weakness to her personality apart from the phobias.
(January 10, 2018 - 9:56 pm)
Sure! Something actually just popped into my head anyway. Riya is sometimes too hasty and doesn't think over what she's about to say or do; she just does it. Sometimes her impulsiveness can lead her into awkward or even dangerous situations.
Also, is it okay if I write in the 3rd person? I'm usually better at that than 1st person and it's easier for me.
(January 12, 2018 - 4:28 pm)
@Leafpool, that’s totally fine!
@Everyone, since I wrote the prologue, please, one of you feel free to start from whenever you want, that be the train or the 40s.
(January 12, 2018 - 8:17 pm)
TOP!
(January 14, 2018 - 1:54 pm)
Um, Kyoto, can I please keep Keeley a girl? If you really need her to be a boy, that's okay, but I'd really rather have a girl charrie.
Also: Sorry I'm kind of late in replying!
(January 15, 2018 - 12:54 pm)
I guess I'll start!
Christopher~
I settle into my seat on the train, double checking that I still have everything I came with- suitcase, briefcase, violin case. I pull the patient charts I'm supposed to be writing out of my briefcase and begin reviewing them, stopping occasionally to write a note or correction. The monotony bores me, but I'll regret not doing them while I had the chance. I decide some music might help, so I pull out my phone, shove in headphones, and select a little square labled "Sherlock S2 OST". Irene Adler's haunting, heartrending theme pours into the rhythm of the train, the clicking of my fingers on the laptop keys as I write my charts, the steady breathing of the girl sitting a few rows away. She's wearing some sort of hood or habit. A nun? I've never seen a nun out of the company of a small herd of well-behaved children and at least one other Sister. But I suppose nuns must have holidays, too.
When I feel as if my brain might explode from the tedium I set my work aside and pull out my violin. Not to play it, of course- the other passengers would hardly appreciate that- but because I love the feel of it in my hands and the look of its gleaming wood, a rich, reddish brown in the light from the window. I begin to clean it methodically, rosening the bow and polishing the wood, when I notice a girl watching me. She's tall and gangly, with long brown hair in slender braids. As soon as she notices me looking at her, her eyes flick away from me.
"Ah- do you play?" I ask, attempting conversation. She ignores me, though I really can't blame her. I cut my eyes back to my instrument, focusing on polishing the neck. The remaining hours pass in silence.
I feel the train start to slow and carefully pack away my violin. The other people on the train are stirring now, gathering their things and standing. The train pulls into the station and everyone files out, then stops dead. This definately isn't Essex. I hear the nun whisper, "It's New York. In the 40s." By the looks of the people and buildings, she's right. Something pokes my pocket, so I reach my hand in and pull it out. A peice of thick, folded paper bearing the words:
Stop the man in the bright blue overcoat. He's changing the future by altering the past. He'll bring chaos to everything and everyone you love. Stop him. Then you'll get your answers.
-S.T.
"Where'd this come from?" I ask outloud. A boy with ruffled brown hair peers over my shoulder.
"Can I see that? Wait, I have my own." He pulls an identical paper from his pocket and glances over it. "Says the same thing as yours." He has an American accent with a light twang to his voice.
"Stop a man in a blue coat?" asks a girl with a messenger bag. "Stop him from what?"
"More importantly, what are we doing here?" interjects a redhead. "And how do we get back?"
(January 16, 2018 - 12:18 am)
PinkPanther: @Aspen, fine. She can be a girl. But since the gender isn’t diverse, please make the age 27 or 28.
Gabria~
“Where the heck are we?” I hear a girl with wild red hair gasp.
He turns slightly towards the girl. “New York. That’s for sure. There’s no way this isn’t New York.”
I nod slightly and look around when something catches my eye, so I go off to the newspaper stand nearby.
I peer at the headlines and almost gasp in shock.
War Called Off!
Have the alliances and enemies called a rain check?
I shake my head in disbelief and feel someone approach beside me.
I look to my side to find another girl, who’s tall, and seems to be the youngest out of all of us.
“What war?” She has a Russian accent.
I shake my head again, when others look towards me. “We’re obviously in the 1940s...but according to this newspaper, World War Two never happened-er, it won’t happen.”
Everyone continues to process the information and look at the newspaper themselves when I ask a question that I’m sure they’re too distracted to hear.
“Has everyone read the slip?”
Everyone nods.
“Well, since we’re stuck here,” the guy with the brown hair says. “Might as well introduce ourselves. I’m Jack, from America.”
“Christopher, from Canada,” Christopher says gruffly.
“Laura. I’m from Ireland,” she says.
The younger girl with the Russian accent nods. “Katia. Russia.”
The next girl smiles politely towards everyone. “My Name is Lola, and I reside from France.”
“Hello, I’m Riya and I’m from India.”
I realise I’m the last one, and I nod towards the general circle. “I’m Gabria, and I’m from Scotland.”
Laura raises and eyebrow and turns her head slightly. Ah, of course. The Scottish and Irish silent feud that still carries to modern times.
“So now that we know who we are,” Jack says.
“And we know why we’re here,” I finish. “It’s because we’ve somehow been chosen to stop a man from changing the future through the past. I know this is unbelievable for everyone, as we all thought this could never happen in our time, but it has.”
“You suppose we just follow the instructions?” Christopher grunts.
“I don’t see why not,” Katia responds. “What have we got to lose?”
Lola nods. “I agree. This may be our only way back to our normal lives.”
“We’ve got to start somewhere,” Riya says. “Are there any other clues that anyone has found?”
Laura is busy looking at a newspaper.
“Look,” she whispers, pointing at the newspaper.
We all crowd around her, and I gasp quietly. There’s a man in the background, looking like he’s running away from the picture of the large crowd celebrating. It’s in black and white, but he’s wearing a large overcoat and has a strange device in his hands.
Suddenly, a man walks up to me and shoves at me another newspaper. Before I can protest, he’s already gone.
I look cautiously to the sides before unfolding it, to find a message scrawled across the front page.
Your first clue:
The natural herbal doctor
Will be an excellent proctor
In helping you pass the test
‘Will you help us pass the test?’
“What’s that?” Jack asks, trying to look over my shoulder. I hand it to him, as the others gather around.
“Should we start looking for herbal medicine places?” Riya asks.
“I suppose,” Laura shrugs. “They weren’t usually highly regarded in the 40s, with all the ‘developing technology.’ If only my phone would work to tell me the location of a local one.”
“There’s probably only one around here, right?” Katia asks hopefully.
“Perhaps,” I reply. “But I think that the last part is a code...see the quotations? Are we supposed to ask the doctor that to know which one to trust?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now,” Christopher replies. “We can’t trust anything or anyone at the moment.”
“We have to stay somewhere,” Lola counters. “Options are quickly running out.”
“I agree,” Jack says. “Let’s give it a shot.”
I nod, and we all start asking around.
(January 16, 2018 - 2:03 pm)
Jack~
Oh no. No, no. Anywhere but here. I was supposed to be stepping off the train into a safe haven, not the very place I was running from. As everyone else looks around in wonder and fear, I manage to get my panic under control.
"Where are we?" A girl asks. I remember I'm the only one from America.
"New York. There's no way this isn't New York." But it looks different somehow... A girl in a nun's veil breaks away from the group and walks over to a newspaper stand. She gasps, and we all crowd around her. The headline says, War Called Off! It's talking about World War II, and the date on the newspaper says we're in the 1940's. So it won't happen? Why? The nun girl says,
"Has everyone read the slip?" I put my hand in my pocket. Sure enough, there's a slip of paper. I read through it. It's... ominous. There's a moment of silence, then I break it.
"Well, if we're stuck here, we might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Jack, from America." The girl with the nun's veil is Gabria, the girl who asked where we were is Laura, and there's also Christopher, Katia, Lola, and Riya. All from different places around the world. We go back and forth for a minute about what to do next, then Laura points something out on the newspaper. A man in the back of a photo. I can't tell what color his coat is, but it could definitely be blue. Suddenly, a strange man walks up and shoves another newspaper at Gabria. Before I can get a glimpse of his face, he walks away. I peer over her shoulder, and she hands the paper to me. A riddle. The paper gets passed around, and we split up, asking for directions to an herbal doctor. I walk up to a lady who is waiting to cross the street, holdng the hand of a toddler.
"Um, hello," I say. "How are you this morning?" The words sound strange in my mouth. I've never been good at talking to people, especially formally. "Could you direct me to the nearest herbal doctor?"
"Of course!" she says. "Take a left, then a right, then another right, then a left, then go straight. It'll be on yur left. You'll know it when you see it."
"Thank you!" I say. I close my eyes, going over the directions in my head. When I open them, she's gone. Strange. I look around, but I don't see her anywhere. She probably just vanished into the crowd. Happens all the time. I shrug, then walk off to round up the others and tell them what I've found out.
(January 16, 2018 - 5:09 pm)
Hmm... 27 or 28... Yikesss, that's... old. Oh well. Keeley is now... 24, can I say? No one else's charrie is 24. Even though she's still young on the relative scale, any charrie I do will probably end up thinking more like a 12-year-old.
Anyway, I'll post soon but I'm not quite sure how to start off since Keeley's sorta detached from the main group, but... oh well.
One more thing: @Kyoto, I feel terrible for being so stubborn about the age and gender thing on my charrie, and I'm really sorry if I annoyed you. And I had an idea... what if Keeley was the one who sent the note to Gabria warning her about the man in the blue coat?
Azkiel says wego. Go where? To another thread? Well, I was about to do that anyway.
(January 16, 2018 - 9:08 pm)
Kyoto: I’m turning this over to PinkPanther, as we worked on this thread together, and she’s in charge of the villain division.
PinkPanther: Okay. Aspen, my character is the man in the blue coat, who is at least in his 30s. You aren’t the only old person. But he’s not going to work with young people. I write from the view of older people, and they don’t think in an entirely complex way with elaborate grammar. I’ve seen your posts, and the POV you write from is fine as it is. Kyoto came and asked me if we could squeeze in two more to my side of the story. I said it was fine, but we’ve got to work together. This is going to sound rude, but please hear the truth when I say you wouldn’t have a spot unless you were a villain, so please just follow these simple guidelines regarding her age. Nothing else. We’re not even making you change her gender. You’re a good writer. You can totally handle it. ;)) Also, we wanted simple roles: The people on the train and the main villain. The notes are all a part of the game the man is playing (SPOILER), so you either might have to just make a villain that remains a villain, or figure something else out that you’ll still have to run by me. I would just stick to being a villain. If you really want to be a hero turned villain though, maybe the man will turn Keeley away and she joins them. But this is not definite. We’re having to change the original plan a lot now, which is something we’re TOTALLY willing to do, but we need cooperation from both sides. I’m sorry if I’m coming off as rude, I’m just trying to explain everything.
(January 16, 2018 - 10:52 pm)
(January 16, 2018 - 10:53 pm)
Gabria~
We follow Jack’s instructions to the place. We seem to be in an open alley with shops all along the sides.
“Look,” Jack points out. “Miss Arla’s Herbel Remedies.”
The sign is faded, but the hinges on the door are worn. People must come here a lot.
Cautiously, I open the door and step inside as the others follow me in.
“Hello my dears! Big group you have. What can I help you with?”
She must be the secretary, and she’s definitely from England. Manchester judging by the accent.
“Yes, we’re here to see Miss Arla?” Laura says.
“My dear, I am Miss Arla! Now, what is it that you require?”
“Will you help us pass the test?” I ask.
Suddenly her face grows dim and her eyes lose the warm light.
“Of course. Your next clue is this: The sign of three will lead thee to confess your sins before Mother Mary.”
“That’s it?” Riya somewhat exclaims. “Are we chasing our tails with riddles?”
She gives a sideways glance before looking back at us. “Oh, I want to help! Look, don’t trust ANYONE who has the insignia of th-“
Suddenly something from the window behind her bursts, and she falls on her desk.
“Step aside!” Christopher shouts.
He checks her pulse, and looks up grimly.
“Dead.”
“She wasn’t allowed to spill any more information,” Katia says thoughtfully.
“The only thing we have to go off of is the riddle.”
“Wait, I know this,” Jack interrupts. “We learned back in high school the major places bombed during World War II. Trinity Catholic Church, along with other places of worship, were taken down. Trinity was known for its huge masses and the beautiful sister cathedral in Rome. Historic landmark, huge stain glass windows, stuff like that.”
I nod. “You’re right.”
Others look at me, thinking it’s the only confirmation they need. I almost smile at the idea. I almost failed history classes at the monastery.
(January 16, 2018 - 8:41 pm)