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Hazel squinted through the fog. What was it? She couldn't tell. It seemed to be moving - coming closer and closer towards her through the heavy mist. The girl hesitated, then took a nervous step forward. Whatever it was wanted something. People always seemed to take advantage of Hazel, she was so dreadfully curious. But she couldn't be late for work.
Working at the factory was the opposite of what an eleven year old in the nineteenth century wished for, particularly Hazel. She wanted to run free, explore, and be far, far away from the factory, the Master, her twelve brothers and sisters, everyone. But still, it was better than starving - or worse, being sent to the orphanage.
The thing was closer now. It wasn't human, Hazel was sure of that. And it didn't move like any animal Hazel had ever seen. It was gliding softly above the ground, coming closer, closer. The thing was no bigger than a large stone. It would disappear into the fog, then appear again a few steps closer. Just as it was only a few yards away and beginning to become clear, the world started spinning. Slowly at first, then whizzing around at such a pace that the sky swooped in on her and colours of the world blended together. Hazel vaguely remembered playing a spinning game in the garden when she was little. Then, Hazel Wells lost her balance and she blacked out.
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Time Travel RP!
So I was thinking we could do a roleplay where each of our charries are from a different time/era, and they all wind up in the 21st century. I'll accept nine charries, not including my own. Note: Please only make one charrie per person, unless we are short of people.
Name:
Age (10 - 18):
Gender/pronouns:
Year of birth:
Appearance:
Personality:
Nationality/People (e.g., English, Roman, etc.):
Backstory:
Secrets (optional):
Other:
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Mine:
Name: Hazel Wells
Age (10 - 18): 11
Gender/pronouns: Female (she, her)
Year of birth: 1812
Appearance: Long, dead straight black hair which she wears in two plaits. Has bright green eyes and freckles. Is quite short for her age and wears a determined expression.
Personality: Adventerous and reckless, she often says things without thinking. Hazel hates working in the factory and spends most of her time daydreaming about sailing the seas or exploring thick jungles. She's mistrusting and can be unfriendly, but cares deeply about those who are kind to her.
Nationality/People (eg. England, Romans ect.): London, England
Backstory: She is the youngest of thirteen children, and after her mother died giving birth, her father sold them to the Master. He raised Hazel and her siblings among 20 other children, and gave them food, clothing and a roof over their heads (as long as they earn their keep). The master treated the children as servents, although he was not cruel to them.
Secrets (optional): N/A
Other: N/A
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submitted by Coroline
(October 8, 2018 - 8:31 pm)
(October 8, 2018 - 8:31 pm)
Yes, Elle was talking to Wes. I think we should do a really popular city, like NYC or Philidalphia...
(October 14, 2018 - 6:59 pm)
the rest of his sheet
Personality: Independant. Not afraid to be on his own, not very sensitive, but easy to get along with. He has a good sense of humor. Definetly an extrovert, but that doesnt mean he talks all the time. A hard worker and very dilegent. Trustworthy.
Backstory: He grrew up the oldest in a family of seven. His father works on their ranch, and Tanner is a hand at another ranch just west of his family's. They live just an hour away from the nearest town.
Secret: Naw, he hasnt got time for secrets.
Ill post sometime soon.
(October 14, 2018 - 11:17 am)
Oooh can Tanner and Wes be friends? I think they’d get along great...
(October 14, 2018 - 2:13 pm)
I know this is way too late and that you already started and the spots are closed, but can I make a present-day charrie? It’s okay if you say no, I just thought I could ask. :)
(October 14, 2018 - 12:11 pm)
@artisticbirdie, do you mean a charrie that doesn't get transported through time at all? Like someone who comes into contact with the group and helps them to escape?
@Leeli, good idea. I'm honestly not sure where they are, and I don't have a preference so you can choose.
(October 14, 2018 - 3:10 pm)
Okay...how about Chicago? Is everyone good with that?
(October 14, 2018 - 3:59 pm)
Sure Leeli! That would be awesome. Also, maybe they could be in some state known for their big city, as in CA, NY, or TX? Also when he see's the group of kids, he probably wouldn't talk to the group unless someone would talk to him. Maybe Leeli, Wes could talk to Tanner..
Tanner~
The night air was clear and crisp, compared to the bar's stuffy atmosphere he had just been in. It was a cold moonlight night and the brilliantly glowing stars were shining in the vast blanket of the sky. Tanner leisurely walked to where his dappled horse was tied. Lazily unwrapping the horses reins and nonchalantly looking about at the sleepy town, a strange figure caught his eye and seemed to disappear behind the local smithy.
Tanner paused. A thief? He thought. No, it didn't look- human. Tanner quickly resolved to find out who or what it was. As he cautiously approached the smithy, the moon and stars seemed to grow eerily dark. He crept closer and closer, hand on his revolver, looking for any sign of movement. He stopped at the corner, and just as he was about to whip around it, the whole world went black.
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Tanner woke up in a black void. He felt almost.... weightless. His limbs felt light but he could still move. He saw swirling in a terrible, beautiful way. Was he dead? He'd been unconscious before, but it wasn't like this. Black engulfed him and yet flashing colors danced and swirled, winding around him. Rivers of iridescent colors flooded the darkness and then in a second everything was still.
Then a blinding flash, and suddenly he lay sprawled on his back- what met his eyes made him gasp.
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Good?
(October 14, 2018 - 4:37 pm)
@coroline- Yeah, exactly.
(October 14, 2018 - 3:52 pm)
@artisticbirdie...okay. But this is definately, positively, 100% the last charrie. XD
(October 15, 2018 - 3:59 am)
Émile~
Émile nodded disappointedly. The girl seemed like she might have more to say, but had apparently decided not to.
Catching his breath from his little sprint (and day in general), he thought back over what she said. Were they in London? No, that couldn't be. He had been to London before, and the streets certainly didn't look like this. The buildings were of the likes he had never seen before. They were all so large, and every corner was perfectly sharp. What were they made of?
"Seigneur," he breathed. He opened his mouth to ask the girl another question, but was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly. He whirled around to see the young man from earlier.
So they were following him. His hand flew instinctively to his belt where a flintlock pistol was concealed safely in a leather holster. But he paused before drawing; maybe it was an innocent coincidence.
"Are you following me?" Émile asked with a false jovial confidence, laughing a little to complete the effect.
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I'm sorry my writing is a mess right now. Heh.
(October 14, 2018 - 5:45 pm)
@Secret, I agree that a popular city would be best.
@Everyone, what do you all think about Chicago for their location? I would also be okay with another big city somewhere like New York, but since Wes was in New York before they all got transported that might be weird, and maybe they should all be in a place none of them have been before. But I don’t know.
(October 14, 2018 - 8:39 pm)
~ Lavinia ~
Lavinia threw the courtyard door closed behind her, rushing down the pathway and dodging between people. Finally, finally, the chores were finished, and she could go and spend a precious few hours at Leonardo's workshop. The thought made her heart speed up, and Lavinia increased her pace, rushing and dodging between people...
Suddenly, the ground zoomed up and Lavinia crashed into it, "Ow!"
She tried to hop up, but suddenly the world began to spin. She fell down again, feeling her vision turn black. The world span even faster, the colors and shapes blending into each other, then Lavinia felt like she was flying... her dream, flying.
Am I dead? she wondered, Is this what it feels like to be dead?
It would make sense, she thought, since her dream was finally being fulfilled. She was flying... flying... she closed her eyes and a smile spread over her face, then she crashed down into the ground again.
"Ow!" She muttered for the second time as she fell, crashing into a strange surface. She opened her eyes and looked around. A group of kids around her age were staring at her, as if wondering where she came from.
Slowly, Lavinia stood up, looking around her. What in the world had just happened? She most certainly was not in Italy anymore, but where exactly was she? And how was it possible to travel to a place so vastly different, surely very far away, in such a short period of time? Unless she had blacked out longer than she knew... but even faraway lands like England and France did not look this way, did they? How confusing everything was!
"Hello?"
Lavinia blinked and a girl about two years younger than herself looking at her, "Oh, ciao! Where am I?"
(October 14, 2018 - 8:41 pm)
Hazel gazed in wonder at the two men's uneasy conversation. Cautiously, she reached out on finger on to the black object the first young man was brandishing. He yelled a warning, and Hazel sprung back in surprise. Tears welled at the back of her eyes. Sometimes when she got caught off gaurd like that, she would get upset at almost nothing. She swallowed her tears indignantly.
"Don't touch that, miss." The boy said softly. Coroline nodded apologetically and stepped back to let the men talk. As much as she wanted to get out of this strange place where the buildings were so huge and the people looked so odd. But something nagged at the back of her chest, something telling her to stay with this boy, and the other group of children she could see in the distance. She could just...sense it.
(October 15, 2018 - 4:09 am)
~•~
”Are you following me?” The boy asked, half-chuckling. Wes noted that he had his hand on a pistol, resting in a holster on his hip.
”Yeah,” Wes replied, slipping his hand into his pocket. “Guess I was.” He smirked a little.
Just then, the girl beside the boy reached out to touch his pistol. The boy shouted, then regained his composure. “Don’t touch that, Miss.”
“Listen,” Wes continued. “Do either of you know what on earth’s goin’ on? ‘Cause I ain’t got no idea.”
Wes glanced up at the dark, looming buildings on either side of him. He didn’t like this. Something strange was going on, something was wrong. It unsettled him, made his skin prickle. He didn’t like it.
Not at all.
~•~
Sorry this is so short.
(October 15, 2018 - 12:44 pm)
As I watch these people that I don't know conversate I notice that they all look very different, one girl apears to be from around the same area as I am so I walk forward, then I feel a sharp pain in my side. I press my hand to it and feel blood seeping through the fabric of my shirt. I've been shot. I'm going to die, exactly what I promised general mercer I wouldn't do. I begin to feel lightheaded from fear as I peel the shirt away from my side, it isn't as bad as I thought, the bullet went in fairly clean but there's still a good chance I'll die of infection.
A boy looks at me and noticed the blood, he opens his mouth to speak just as I notice he's watching me and I take an extra strip of cloth from my bag and bind the wound. "Are you okay? That's a lot of blood."
"I'm fine." I wince at how feminine my voice sounds, "It's not a big deal," i mutter under my breath "I'm going to die amyways." Then I clear my throat and say louder "Where, pray tell, are we? I have a mission to finish before I was whisked away." I then notice while the polite one was appologising for prying, another boy, this one has a cowboy hat, is looking at my rifle, which I realize is still strapped to my back.
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Not my best work but I'm posting, I'll try to do another one later.
(October 15, 2018 - 2:31 pm)