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Okay, gonna start a new role play here b/c there are only a few on the Inkwell now.
Ummm... It's about... these kids who... go to this school... and... the school... umm... it starts burning... it's a boarding school... and then this kid... comes walking out of the fire... and they've never seen him/her before... and the fire doesn't harm him.
My charrie:
Name: Rena Kiltan
Age: 12
Appearance: short, fiery red hair, green eyes, freckles
Personality: Really quiet and shy, she only talks to her friends, genius
Other Info: She's been through hard times.
submitted by Analesia, age 12, being a Disney geek
(June 6, 2011 - 7:37 pm)
(June 6, 2011 - 7:37 pm)
Name: Skye Portree
Age: 13
Appearence: Straight white blond hair, sky blue eyes, pale skin. 5'
Personality: Smart, but always sarcastic. Loyal to her friends if not always kind.
(June 6, 2011 - 9:21 pm)
Name: Siena "Cici" Cirtrus
Age: 12
Appearance: Long black hair which is normally in a French braid, dark brown eyes, caramel-colour skin. Has glasses.
Personality: Booksmart, not much common sense, indecisive, has a fierce temper.
(June 7, 2011 - 8:01 pm)
I'll join!
Age: 12
Appearance: Has very long hair down to her butt, that is brown, gray eyes, and has no freckles, pimples, zits, or anything like that at all
Personality: Very shy, but super smart
Other Info: Is super afraid of fires after family disapeared in one when she was a toddler. That is hy she is at the boarding school now.
(June 8, 2011 - 10:20 am)
OOPS!!! I forgot my name! Well here it is:
Name: Mollee Smokeson (called Smoke by everyone, no one uses her real name)
(June 8, 2011 - 10:24 am)
I think we are on at the same time Admin!!!
I just saw my post that I just put up!!!
(June 8, 2011 - 10:26 am)
I'll join! I like the plot!
Name: Marion Nameless
Age: 12
Appearance: strawberry blond a little under shoulder length hair, bangs, blue eyes, braces, tall
Personality: Intelligent, out spoken, hard headed and sometimes rude...
Other Info: Is extremely good in math and lives with her older sister.
(June 8, 2011 - 11:14 am)
Rena~
I'd been in my Ancient Literature Class, thinking about Lola when the fire started. When the alarms started blaring, it took me out of my bubble. "Um," I said quietly, "What's happening?" "It's a fire, Genius Girl," one of the queen bees in the back said. I got up and clamly walked out of the class. Big mistake. The fire was worse out there...
(June 9, 2011 - 3:11 pm)
Marion-
My pen drummed against the desk and my head slumped onto the schoolbook.
"Marion, the square root of pi?" Mrs Manelo's brown eyes coldly stared at my blank face.
"I-I... It's..." But I didn't have to finish the sentence. Fire sirens blared and the kids lined up in two rows to get out of the fire.
The teacher felt the door. "The emergency exit!" She yelled.
We stumbled over to the heavy red door.
"Ow! You stepped on my foot!" A voice yelled.
"Deal with it." I shot back and rushed on. We managed to push open the door and walk out but the stairs were already crowded with students. They were coughing, yelling and pushing.
Smoke burned in my throat and my nostrils kept trying to close out the smoke. I coughed and kept jumping down steps.
Someone pushed me from behind and I fell down a flight of stairs, hitting my head on the radiator. Warm blood trickled down my neck. I pushed myself back up, feeling dizzy.
"Are you okay?" A voice swam into my thoughts.
"I'm fine. Don't bother." I started to dizzly make my way down again.
(June 10, 2011 - 7:27 am)
Smoke
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I look at the clock. Five minutes until the end of class. I sigh and try to pay attention to Algebra 2. I am in the older classes because I am "super smart." Well that's what all the adult's call me, but I doubt any of the other kids here think that too. I think they all think I am weird.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!!
The fire alarm goes off. I hate fires. No, more than hate. You would feel this if you had went through what I did.
Shocked as I am, I walk to of the emergency exit with all the other kids.
Then I see the fire.
Oh, this is real! I think. This is not a fire drill or my imagination playing tricks on me! I go into the shocked state. I stand still and stare at the fire. Everyone around me is pushing me out of the way. Someone comes up to me and says, "You want us all to die?" and pushes me down the stairs. I fall into another girl and she stumbles down the steps. She hits her head on the radiator. I see blood trickle down her back. I skip down the steps so fast and come up to her.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
"I'm fine. Don't bother." The girl walks slowly down the steps, but looks like she is going to pass out. I run up to her.
"I don't care what you say, but you seriously need some medical care." I tell her.
"Be quiet! Can't you just... mind your own business?" She says stubbornly. Suddenly her eyes roll into the back of her head and she she topples over. But right before she hits the floor I catch her and take off my sweater. I wrap it around her head to keep the blood from flowing out.
"You are going to be so sorry when you realize that I saved your life."
(June 10, 2011 - 3:48 pm)
Rena~
I plunge into the smoke, trying not to breathe it in. I walk down the stairwell. Then I see Smoke and a girl with her head bleeding. I point to the girl. "She's fine," Smoke replies.
Finally, we get outside and can breathe regularly again. Smoke and I watch the school burn down. When the teachers come outside, the girl comes to.
(June 11, 2011 - 3:47 pm)
Smoke
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I turn around and I see Rina. She is coming close to the girl and me. Rina points to the girl.
"She's fine," I say.
I pick up the girl.
"Come on let's find a way out," I say.
Rina and I (while carrying the girl) go down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps is a teacher who I don't know.
"Here, let me take her," the teacher says. I give the girl to the teacher and Rina and me run outside.
When Rina and I are a safe distance from the school we turn around to watch the school burn down.
"Wow," I say.
"Yeah," Rina says.
Then the teachers walk out. Next the girl comes out.
I walk over to her.
"Who are you?" I mutter.
(June 12, 2011 - 9:48 am)
Sorry I mean Rena.
(June 16, 2011 - 12:30 pm)
Marion-
Voices and faces swim around me. My head hurts and I feel sick. Suddenly a clear voice above me asks: "Who are you?" I can't make out her features, she's too blury.
"Marion." I choke out.
I am suddenly surrounded by paramedics but the girl is still hovering over me. It's almost as if she was protecting me. Someone yells something like: "Give me the stuff!" My head is covered in wet gel.
"The needle." Another paramedic yells.
My head feels numb and I pass out.
Shortly after, I'm up again. I look around and the paramedics are still working on my head. The girl whose hair I can sort of make out (brown) is still there.
"You passed out for a minute." She says.
"Who are you?" I ask, forcefully.
"The girl who saved your life." She replies.
Then it seems to come back to me. I fell... against a radiator... someone pushed me... someone asked me if I was okay... Had that been...?
"You did.", is all I say.
Then a gasp goes through the crowd and the girl turns.
(June 16, 2011 - 10:48 am)
Smoke
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"Marion," the girl chokes out. I know I have heard that name before...but where?
Suddenly swarms of paramedics come around me, but I stay hovering over Marion.
The Paramedics give Marion a shot that makes her pass out. A little while later she wakes up and gives me a funny look.
"You passed out for a minute," I tell her, incase she was wondering.
"Who are you?" Marion mutters, but in a forceful tone.
"The girl who saved your life," I say back to her.
"You did," she says after a minute or so.
A gasp suddenly goes through the crowd and I turn around.
Then is comes to me.
I know her name because she was in my math class.
(June 16, 2011 - 12:30 pm)
I hover near Smoke and the girl. Finally, the paramedics move away. Marion, as I now know she is called looks better. A gasp goes through the crowd. Smoke and I turn around. A boy comes walking out of the fire. There are no burns visible on him. I've never seen him before, and I know the teachers never have, either. They check their class lists to see if there is anyone that's on their list that isn't outside. There isn't. "I'm not on any lists," he says, "I'm Norman. I'm called Fire." He lights a spark on his hand out of nothing. "For obvious reasons."
(June 18, 2011 - 9:01 am)