Lets do a RP. I sorta *cough*fail*cough* at RR's.

1) Fantasy? Scifi? Historical fiction? What Genre? I'm thinking more along the lines of Fantasy/magical.

2) I think we should each have two charachters, a girl and a boy each, and we can make the other persons charachters do stuff  in our posts, just not BIG decisons.

3) Don't post if you can see the other person has posted but you can't see their post.

4) I think we should create a basic story outline before we start writing so that we don't drag on forevor/die out. Starting Point; Introduction; Main problem; Climax; Solution; Conclusion; and Ending Point.

5) Should what 'Person' should we write in? I think we should use 1st Person.

I'm fine with an RP, and magical fantasy sounds great. It might work better if we just started out with two characters, so things don't get confusing. We can add more characters as the story goes on. I'm okay with first person, but can we do it in past tense? I kind of suck at present tense :/ Anyway, should it be modern, old-timey, or futuristic? I think modern or old-timey would work the best. I'll create my character once we have the setting figured out.

By the way, Princess P. and Amy G. came up with a cool idea for posting. If you're posting part of the story, put a (S) in front of your name. If you're just writing a comment, put (C), like (C) Alexandra. That way we'll be able to see that the other person posted before their post shows up, and we won't both write a part of the story at the same time. I hope Princess P. and Amy G. don't mind!

Thank you Topper. :)

Hey! I won't have computer access again until Sunday, :( so au revoir til then!!!

Alexandra, nope, that's fine. I don't mind. :-)

Yup... past sounds good! & I'm thinking we just do it from the POV of two charries each, and add other charries from experiences with them. :) Also... I think old-timey would be cool... but we should have modern tecnology and magic. So... I'll start with my charries!!! (P.S. I've already written a start to the story, but I'll let you post your charachters first so I can use them in what I've written instead. ;D

Age/Gender: 17/Male

Name: Marc Sillin

Appearence: Shaggy brown hair; glasses; innocent-looking dark green eyes; olive skin.

Personality: Innocent; trusting; skittish.

Other: Has a twin sister, Callen, who died at 7.

Age/Gender: (1)7/Female

Name: Callen Sillin

Appearence: Pretty; shaggy but long brown hair; glasses; glaring dark green eyes; olive skin.

Personality: Controling; suspicious; ignorant.

Other: Twin brother is Marc; died at 7... or did she???

spammy sez bfrf... best friends 'round(around) forever. aww... <3 u 2 spammy!!! Or it could say barf...

I like your characters! Is this going to be a Septimus Heap kind of thing with Callen "dead" already?

Age/Gender: 16/Female

Name: Fiona Talmadge

Appearance: Short for her age, very skinny, fair skin, long dark brown hair, light green eyes

Personality: Curious, almost fearless, gets irritated easily, often gets into trouble, scorns people who are "scaredy-cats"

Other: Fiona has a little brother Jack, who is 5. Her family is poor, but has enough money for food and shelter.

Age/Gender: 18/Male

Name: Jonathan Fallo

Appearance: Tall, bulky, dark skin, black hair, black eyes, scar on his face

Personality: Suspicious, protective, a bit cryptic and mysterious

Other: Jonathan lives with little sister Sarah (9), parents died 3 years ago.

Spammy says "mrwz". Meowz? Mrowz? Are you trying to be a cat, Spammy?

Sorry, I temporarily misplaced the notebook that I wrote everything in!!! And I've never read that book.

//Marc Sillin//

I walk along the deserted corridor, the only sound my shoes tapping against the marble flooring. I flinch when I hear a mouse scuttling behind a giant vase, and my already fast heartbeat quickens. The sound of water falling against water is magnified as I approch the end of the hallway. Out in the moonlight, there stands a giant fountain, spitting out water, glittering in the night air. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small object. It catches the moonlight just as well as the fountain and, if I didn't know better, I'd think it was giving off its own light.

Darn it, I have to go pick up my cousin from the airport. I'll post more later!!!

TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!! I'm writing something, but it's taking so long. This thread can't die because of my slowness! TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!

Okay, here's what I have. Sorry about the cliffhanger ending, I just want to know what we're writing about before I say what happened at the end. We are doing magic, right? Maybe the necklace could be some sort of magical artifact, and Marc could have another one that's similar... oh, who cares. We'll figure it out later.

//Fiona Talmadge//
“You’ll never catch me now!” I call, laughing at the woman standing far below. She stares up at me, mouth gaping, amazed at how fast I had managed to scale the roof. I start to adjust my footing, but as I do, one of the shingles suddenly slides off and makes me lose my balance. Panicked, I try to stay on, but the roof almost slides away from me as I’m falling down. I just manage to grasp onto the edge before the perilous drop to the ground below. Startled by the sudden fall, I look down to see that the woman is laughing at me.
“Look who’s laughing now!” she cackles. “The fearless thieving brat has finally met her demise.” Even in my current state, dangling from the edge of a slippery roof, the comment makes my face turn red.
“I’ll find a way out of this, don’t you worry. Your necklace is safe with me,” I retort. As usual, sarcasm finds its way in, even in the strangest situations. Inside, I’m really panicking. I’m slipping fast, and I can’t find the strength in my arms to pull myself up.
“Not even your sticky fingers will be able to hold on forever,” said the woman with a sneer. “Maybe I’ll help you if you give me back my necklace.” I can feel the weight of the smooth stone in my pocket, tempting me to return it and save myself. Then again, the old lady might be lying. Rich people are notoriously untrustworthy.
“Promise you’ll help me down if I give it back?” I ask. What other choice do I have?
“Of course, child. Unlike some people, I don’t lie.” I reach down into my pocket with one hand and start to withdraw the stolen necklace, but one hand isn’t enough to hold onto a roof. The roof slips out of my grasp, and I drop like a stone.
“Aaaaaaah!” I scream, dark hair flying around my face and making it impossible to see. I reach out for the wall in a desperate effort to find something, anything to hold on to, but only smooth stone slips past my fingers. There’s nothing I can do but close my eyes and wait for impact. If I make it out of this alive, I think angrily, I am going to kill that stupid old woman.
Suddenly, my fall stops.

YOOHOO! Are you there, Kat?

Sorrrry!!! My cousin was staying with us for a week and I've been unbeliveably busy. But he's gone now so I'll have more time to type the rest out of my note book and get this thread moving! ((BTW I like your writing style! ;D)) Thanx for your patience!

Oh good, you didn't die! I don't mind you being gone. I know how busy it can be when you have relatives over. Actually, I'm going to be in Disneyland for the next few days (Monday-Thursday) so I won't be able to post. I'll try to write some, though!