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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)
Ellamarie~~~
I slowly register where I am. I can’t make since of anything. Suddenly, I hear a sound of carts rolling. A ball hits my face. The last thing I remember is a endless void.
I wake up on something hard. “Ow... I think I hit something.”, I say. A boy no older than 14 is looking down at me. “No doubt you did. You were standing, about to say something, and then a ball hit your face. You just sank down, and then you disappeared. Scared that other girl right out of her bones.”, he says, with a heavy French accent. When I get up, I see 2 other girls and 3 other boys. One girl looks no older than eleven, while the other looks around thirteen. I stand up, shaken. “Where in the world are we?”, the younger girl says with a British accent. “Oh my....” , I say. “What?!”, a chorus of voices say, all in different accents. “I-I believe we are in Chicago.”, I say. “Where’s that?”, the French boy says. “America.”, I respond. “We are all in America.”
(October 15, 2018 - 5:58 pm)
What do you mean a ball?
Also before this goes further, could we clarify where everyone is? Are they all in the school courtyard? Or out in the street where Wes and Emile were? Clarification plz?
(Sorry if I sound pushy, I just dont want to mess it up, because Im not exactly understanding where everyone is right now or what is happening..."
(October 15, 2018 - 7:15 pm)
Yeah, I’ve been confused about that too.
(October 16, 2018 - 8:09 am)
I imagine that they're in a school courtyard
(October 17, 2018 - 6:26 pm)
~Émile
The group assembled back at the courtyard. There were more people than before- this was getting kind of freaky.
"America. We're all in America," the German girl finished.
"You mean- the colonies?" Émile had gotten his accent back under control. Something about the girl had made Émile tense up. What was the point of ten years of language lessons if one cannot even keep their accent straight?!
"Ah, Verzeihung," Émile apologized in German, shifting his sack and reaching down to help the girl up. Something about her made him want to impress her. Those language lessons suddenly did not seem so bad after all. Elle took his hand politely.
Émile finally got a good look at the little assembly. They were an odd bunch, to say the very least.
"Does anyone know how we got here?" He asked of them in general, mind racing with unlikely possibilities. Now that he thought about it, this are looked awfully developed for the newly formed United States. There were odd palaces scattered all over, touching the clouds, of the likes that would make even Marie Antoinette jealous. Certainly not the wealth one would expect of a country that had just suffered a war, even if they had been the victors.
(October 15, 2018 - 10:02 pm)
@Tux, I'm pretty sure where in Chicago, and we landed in a school courtyard, then we spread out a bit, and now we've reassembled in the school courtyard. I think.
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Hazel gazed in wonder at the odd group of people around her. Wherever they were, things like this didn't happen every day. It was just too out of the ordinary, that she knew. The older children were talking above her head.
"America? How can we be in America?"
She shook her head. America? What's that? It was as if they were not only in another place, but in another time altogether. But that would be ridiculous. She sighed. Where she came from, she would have been expected to sit back and let the grown ups talk. Whatever they had to say, nothing she added would have been of the slightest bit important. But Hazel wasn't really one to sit back and watch. She cleared her throat.
"I, er, I think we should stay together, wh'rever we are," She said quietly. To her surprise, the others turned to listen. Maybe they were just as desperate as she was. "I s'ppose it's our best chance of gettin' out of this place."
There were a few nods.
"I guess that's as good a plan as any at the moment, while we try to figure out where we are." Said another girl.
Hazel felt quite relieved. She wasn't expecting anyone to pay attention to her.
(October 16, 2018 - 12:42 am)
(October 16, 2018 - 9:59 am)
~•~
Wes looked around at the strange array of people assembled around him. They were in America, good. He could deal with that.
”I, er, think we should stay together, wh’rever we are,” a small girl offered.
”I guess that’s as good a plan as any, at the moment, while we try to figure out where we are,” said someone else.
Wes crossed his arms. “I agree. Whatever we do, we shouldn’t split up. If we’re gonna get this figured out, we’re gonna have to do it together, and we’re gonna have to have each other’s backs.”
A few others muttered their agreement.
“Now,” he continued. “Since we’re all here, we might as well know each other’s names. I’m Wes. What about the rest a’ ya?”
~•~
(October 16, 2018 - 10:44 am)
Tanner~
The incomprehensible event of finding himself in a completely different location- almost a completely different world, led Tanner to believe that he had been cast in a spell of some sort. Now although he was quite a down to earth young man, his strange circumstances forced him to think of the extraordinary. But it wasn't only him in this predicament, he found that there were at least ten other kids who they apparently also had no idea what was happening. They all looked very strange to Tanner, and one girl even had a gun of some sort. It looked... extraterrestrial.
Tanner met with the group. He had seen two boys have a mini showdown in the street. One seemed European... maybe French. The other had an accent. Definitely from New York. Tanner had met a few New Yorkers, and they all had the same thick accent.
A younger girl proposed to stick together. Tanner didnt whole heartedly agree. His first instinct was to figure it out on his own. After all, they did just meet each other. But a small strange tug in his heart told him to stay. Maybe they met for a reason...
"I agree," said the New Yorker to the small girl, "Whatever we do, we shouldn’t split up. If we’re gonna get this figured out, we’re gonna have to do it together, and we’re gonna have to have each other’s backs."
Tanner liked this kid. He had heart and Tanner admired that. Most men in his town would never say such a thing.
“Now,” he continued. “Since we’re all here, we might as well know each other’s names. I’m Wes. What about the rest a’ ya?”
Tanner cleared his throat.
"The name's Tanner," he stated. "And I agree with Wes here. If were going to get any answers, we need to cover for each other. I don't know who or what is in this city, but Ive known people to be very untrustworthy, so if any of us wanna survive, we got to stick together."
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Oooohhh boy the cheezy factor is out the roof right now loll
(October 16, 2018 - 1:38 pm)
~Émile
Tanner introduced himself and said his piece about what they should do. Émile tried to listen to the proceedings, but hismind continued racing. Perhaps they had been drugged- that would explain ont knowing how they had gotten their. Maybe it was causing them to hallucinate as well, that would explain a lot. Just how much time had passed? To get to America...
"Does anyone know what day it is?" he asked, immediatly realizing that his interjection was out of place. "Er, I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt."
(October 16, 2018 - 5:59 pm)
OH NO I MADE THE WORST WRITING ERROR IMAGINABLE!
I mixed up the "theres" by accident. IT WAS A MISTAKE, I PROMISE I KNOW THEM! *sobs*
(October 16, 2018 - 7:27 pm)
-Charlotte-
"What the-oh heck, who are you people?"
Charlotte suddenly found herself clutching her arm and standing in foregein surroundings. It was too clean to be Earth, but too pretty to be artificial. Before they could answer, Charlotte found her hoverboard, and took the medical kit out the bottom of it. She started to treat her arm.
(October 16, 2018 - 7:04 pm)
"Does anyone know what day it is?" Someone asked. Hazel shrugged. No one replied. A boy named Tanner introduced himself, and Hazel opened her mouth to greet him when there was a woosh! and a girl wearing the strangest clothes anyone had ever seen appeared out of thin air. She was huddled in the ground, but she immediately got to her feet with alarm. Hazel noticed a long gash on her arm. The girl winced.
"Who are you people?" She said in wonder.
Everyone wheeled around in shock. "Sorcery..." Someone murmured.
The new girl was clutching a long metal board with strange loops and atatchements. She was wearing a black suit with a strange mark on her neck.
(October 17, 2018 - 12:43 am)
I’m just gonna go with this, since I’m late to join.
Kira-
I don’t notice anything all morning. It’s mostly just another day of practicing my guitar, eating cereal, and then getting dressed and walking outside to bike to school, my tie-dyed backpack and clarinet case strapped onto the back. But when I start biking down the crisp Chicago streets, I start to notice that there’s some sort of weird time travel thing going on. A whole bunch of people, dressed in clothes from all different eras, are standing in the middle of the road yelling and looking incredibly confused. I hop off of my bike and watch all of the strange people take in my long blond ponytail, white jean shorts, and tie-dyed camp shirt.
“Can I help you?” I ask, assuming that the people are heading to some kind of Renaissance fair and their car broke down. My eyebrows raise in surprise as they answer, and I lean against my bike, wondering what my teacher will think when I show up late.
(October 17, 2018 - 12:05 pm)
~Émile
After a solid three seconds Émile registered what had just happened.
"Mon dieu! She's nearly naked! Someone help her!," he exclaimed, articulating the thoughts on his mind as hey formed. Émile had years of training on the proper order and way to introduce party guests of various title, but no lessons in medicine or first aid whatsoever.
Right at that moment a girl on a strange machine rode up to their expanding group. Émile audibly gasped at how she managed to be wearing even less then the injured young woman. Good lord, there was not a petticoat in sight! Was everyone like this in America?
"Can I help you?" the blonde bicycle girl asked casually.
"There is a young woman bleeding do you know how to help her!?" Émile burst out very fast all in one breath and the averted his gaze from both girls.
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My writing was very clunky today, sorry.
(October 17, 2018 - 2:44 pm)