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Kingdom Keepers RP!!!!!
Kingdom Keepers RP!!!!!
I'm thinking we go back to right before the kingdom keepers and instead of Finn and all the others we can make our own profiles here is mine.
Name: Elizabeth Carthim ( also called Lizzie)
Personality: Leader, athlete, loves rollercoasters, also loves Disney
What She's Good At: Athletic stuff and Disney know it all
Hope People will enjoy this!!!
Tell me how many people you think should be in it!!
submitted by KingdomKeepersRule, age 14, Disney
(March 6, 2013 - 12:48 pm)
(March 6, 2013 - 12:48 pm)
Ok I'm going to do my part now.
Lizzie~
I walked in and it was crowded!! There were people and cameras everywhere. It looked like I was the first one here. Then I saw a girl about the same age as me in the corner. I decided to go introduce myself to her, 'cause we would be working together. So when my mom started talking to one of the staff I went over to talk to the girl. I said, "Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie! Are you one of the DHIs too?" She said, "Hi ya. I'm a DHI too. My name is Rory." Rory was wearing a blue t-shirt with denim, leggings, and boots. Before I could say anything else someone else came in.
I'm going to let you guys decide who should come in then!!
(March 10, 2013 - 9:19 am)
EEK! Well, to simply keep this thread going, I shall go ahead and write what just happened from Rory's point of view, so this will go absolutely nowhere!
Rory ~
I slipped inside, and stopped short. The room was filled with people dressed in black, with Disney logos on their polo shirts. Some shifted lights onto a green stage where I guessed we'd be "performing." A woman with shoulder-length brown hair came up. She was holding a clipboard, and didn't look up when she said, "Are you one of the DHI models?" "Yes, I'm Rory Gillis," I said, shuffling my feet, staring at the floor. I despised attention of any sort. Another reason I was NOT meant to be a DHI. "Uh huh," she said, jotting something down. "Just wait around please until the other DHI's show up." I nodded, though she was already striding away. I slipped over into a dark corner, where I could see everything, but not be in the way. I as people set things up, switching lights on and off, testing sound. Why I wasn't sure. I was so distracted, I didn't notice someone else come in until she walked up. She was thin, with jet black hair. She smiled. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie! Are you one of the DHIs too?" she said. "Hi ya. I'm a DHI too. My name is Rory." Normally I hardly said two words to people, but for some reason, I didn't mind talking to this girl. Before either of us could say another word, somebody else came in.
So like I sai, goes nowhere. But it keeps the thread alive so.
(March 11, 2013 - 7:19 pm)
I swear I will post on this when I get home from school.
(March 12, 2013 - 9:39 am)
G~
"C'mon Mom," I said, practically pulling her out the door. I quickly stopped at the mirror next to the entryway and fixed my short bob and jean jacket. I thought I looked great in a cropped jean jacket and yellow sundress. I had to look great today. I was going to be a DHI!
I was excited for being a DHI because it meant I was finally going to be a part of my favorite place on Earth. My mom liked it because it meant college money.
Outside, I ran to the car. It was old (we had it since when I was 6), but it worked fine. Looking at the car, I can remember the day we moved here from Boston, just two years ago. We moved because of my dad's job. I miss my friends back North, but we now live next to the happiest place on Earth. That's definitely a plus!
I even have some new friends, now, like Emma, whom I texted on the way there. [OOC: trying to bring another DHI in] She's my best friend here, and she's going to be a DHI, too. What are the odds?! This was definitely the best day ever!
After just a short drive, we were at DHS.
Sorry, gotta do homework. I'll be back.
(March 12, 2013 - 3:44 pm)
Hannibal:
I was reading a random book and walked into the DHI room.
"Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie!" a girl said.
"That's..." I look oddly at her, "great. I'm Hannibal."
(March 12, 2013 - 6:51 pm)
As the person comes in I go up and say "Hi, I'm Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie!" "That's... Great. I'm Hannibal," she says as she looks at me oddly. I quickly say, "Sorry, I'm just excited. I don't want you to think I'm weird."
(March 13, 2013 - 8:25 pm)
I'm waiting for Melody to post her introduction, though. I'll go ahead and give at least a short post, though it will get us nowhere yet again. Forgive me and my dead end posts.
Rory ~
I watched the exchange between the new girl, Hannibal, and Lizzie, with an air of amusement. I was rather growing to like Lizzie. She was rather out of the ordinary in a way I liked. And she evidently wasn't afraid of what people thought of her. Something I else I even admired. But I suppose you need that if you're going to be a DHI. Another reason I was again shocked to discover I was to be a DHI. Three of us so far. I wondered who else would show up.
(March 14, 2013 - 4:11 pm)
Hannibal-
"You know who you remind me of?" I ask Lizzie.
"Who?" she tilts her head to the side.
"Kate Weatherall." I tell her, and then walk away.
(March 14, 2013 - 4:22 pm)
Rory ~
I continue watching Hannibal and Lizzie, now trying very hard to not start snorting my head off. "You who you remind me of," Hannibal asks Lizzie.
"Who?" Lizzie asks, tilting her head with a questioning sort of air.
"Kate Weatherall," Hannibal replies, then walks away, observing the crew at work. Lizzie turns to look at me puzzled. I shrug. I haven't the least idea who Kate Weatherall is. Lizzie returns standing next to me, as we await the next DHI.
(March 15, 2013 - 5:50 pm)
G~
Finally, we walk into the warehouse in DHS. Mom immediately sits down to fill out paperwork, while I am whisked away to another room.
Three other kids are standing there. Before I can even try to introduce myself, an Imagineer with the name tag "Jason" walks in.
"Okay, guys, you're not all here, but we want to run on time, so we need to start. As other DHIs come here, they will be escorted in. Let's go in a circle introducing ourselves, then lets get down to business."
To myself, I whisper, "To defeat the Huns." The girl to my left smiles.
"I'm Jason," he introduces himself.
"Hi, I'm Rory."
"Hannibal. Hanna, if you want, I guess."
"I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Lizzie," the girl who smiled at me says.
"And I'm the fabulous G, or Ginger if you want to get formal," I finish up.
"OK, great, let's get you guys into wardrobe and hair and makeup as fast as possible."
(March 16, 2013 - 9:32 pm)
Rory ~
After standing around for a few moments, another girl is whisked in with a guy who's tag reads Jason. He went on to explain how not everyone was there, introduce ourselves, yadayadayada. We stood in a circle, and each of us had to say our name. Again, I really disliked being in middle of everyone's attention, even just for two seconds to say my name. "Hi, I'm Rory," I said quickly, hair in my face. Everyone else introduced themselves. Then he said something about hair, makeup, and wardrobe. "Oh no," was all I could think, and silently groan. A woman in maybe her early twenties led us down a hall and into a room full costumes and vanities. Three other women stood waiting, one taking charge of each of us. One with shoulder-length blond hair and a perky smile placed in front of a vanity covered with different makeups and cosmetics. She looked at me intently in the mirror, probably calculating how to make me at least somewhat pretty. Then she started brushing my hair. She evidently put something in it while she was brushing, because when she was done, it was frizzy like it was when I brushed it. It was a soft silky blonde. Then she brushed my bangs onto my forehead, and pulled my hair into an attractive side pony tail. Next she added some powder to my cheeks, and a faint bit of lipstick. None of which was enough to even tell I was wearing makeup. Then she moved me to wardrobe. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, looking down at my faded denim shorts and leggings. "Nothing, dear!" she said, smiling brightly. Then she went back to looking. It still didn't explain why I had to change, but oh well. Finally, she came out with a knee-length black cargo skirt, and a blue tshirt with the Disney logo on it. She let me keep my boots, so I figued that was an upside. Finally, I was done. I looked at myself in the mirror, and nearly fainted. I certainly didn't look like me. I somehow looked older, and maybe even a little prettier, but I still looked serious, like I always did. I was curious to see how the others looked.
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So, I just went ahead and designed her an outfit, but if ya'll had like other ideas, I can change it.
(March 17, 2013 - 12:46 pm)
G~
We were quickly brought into a back room, filled to the brim with makeup and clothes. It wasn't the bustle of activity the costume construction room is on the DHS Tour ride, but it came pretty close. There were stylists and make-up artists running around everywhere, helping out people dressed as everything from a Rock-N-Roller Coaster operater to Maleficent. A woman with a nametag reading "Marsha" came up to me. "You ready to be beautified, hon?" she asked.
"Of course!"
She put on a thin layer of make-up. I'm not used to wearing make-up so it felt a little weird. The cherry lipgloss she put on tasted good, though. Marsha then ran through my hair with a pick, smoothing out any knots I couldn't catch earlier. When she was finished, my bob looked great and felt light and bouncy. Then, she glanced down at my clothing. She grimaced.
"You don't approve?" I asked. I coughed my temper back down as it started to rise. I have an unusually high temper.
"Oh, I approve, just not for this project. We're going for girl next door," she said. She handed me a pair of dark denim capris and a purple polka dotted tee shirt with Minnie Mouse's face on it. I didn't normally like capris, but the tee shirt fit me well, if a little snug. It was cute.
Marsha nodded approvingly at me when I stepped out of the dressing room. "Good, we're running early," she told me, glancing at her watch, "Come with me, into the staging room."
(March 17, 2013 - 5:44 pm)
Sorry I have not been on in a while!!!
Lizzie~
When we all finished introducing ourselves we were taken to the hair, makeup, and wardrobe rooms. A lady whose name tag said "Annabell" came up to me. She said, "Time to make you look even prettier than you are now!" I thought she just added the part about prettier then now just to make me feel good. Then she whisked me away to a chair. She brushed my black hair and put something in it to make it shine. The she put bright pink lipstick on and pink and light purple eyeshadow on my eyes. It felt weird because I don't normally wear this much makeup unless it's a special occasion. Once she was done she said, "Now to make you the beauty queen of the DHIs!" I didn't like the sound of that. I don't like dressing up super pretty in like dresses. Of course she had to pick out a bright pink skirt and a purple shirt that had one of the Disney princesses on it. I didn't exactly like the outfit Annabell picked out for me. Once I had put it on we went to the room with all the cameras. I saw Ginger had on denim capris and a polka dotted shirt with Minnie on it. I also saw Rory, though I almost didn't reckonize her with her hair all brushed and shiny in a side pony tail and the blue Disney shirt.
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OK,so I decided to make Lizzie that girly one. But she is not girly.
(March 19, 2013 - 3:15 pm)
Ahh! No, this can't die! It's hardly begun!
(March 22, 2013 - 4:53 pm)
Ahh. This is dead. Top! Boom!
(March 27, 2013 - 8:05 pm)