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Gateway
Jul 10, 2011 19:29:50 GMT -6
Post by Losi on Jul 10, 2011 19:29:50 GMT -6
Basically, I'm making a meta RP. You'll find out more later...
So, I'll make the first post. Simply put, have any characters you've already made in the past that belong to their own stories suddenly land in the place I'm describing. Have them interact with each other, let us have a feel for what they're like. Then we'll have them meet up!
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Gateway
Jul 13, 2011 14:36:07 GMT -6
Post by Losi on Jul 13, 2011 14:36:07 GMT -6
I looked down, peered out, tried to see their faces. There, just as I imagined them, quietly arguing and looking around in wonder.
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"Where are we?" Kayla asked the universe.
"We're somewhere," Wilbur said the obvious.
"Somewhere we don't know." Nathaniel was annoyed.
"Which is the problem," sighed Evangeline.
"Just how in the world did I end up here with all of you people?" Nathaniel threw his hands up in the air and looked around at his companions.
Evangeline sniffed. "I'm not that unpleasant to hang out with."
"It's not that, Evangeline, it's simply that I live in Georgia and you live in Massachusetts. These other two I don't get because I try not to speak to them. Ever."
"Oh, you know you love us," teased Kayla. "We hang out all the time."
"Only because you stalk me."
"Your point?"
"Well, I suppose we were teleported here somehow," Wilbur tried to get them back on track. "Somehow."
"By who?" Kayla asked eagerly.
Wilbur looked at her seriously. "Aliens."
"Oh please, Wilbur."
"Well, it's not a complete impossibility, is it? Drake's equation says life developing in the universe is inevitable! The universe is one big place, after all."
"True!" Kayla grinned.
"Even if there were aliens," Nathaniel put on the buzzkill, "they would probably live too far away to ever, ever, ever reach earth. The universe is one big place, after all."
Wilbur gave Nathaniel a look that told him he did not appreciate him dashing all his hopes and dreams.
"Anyways, who is this?" Kayla asked, pointing at Evangeline, just a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Oh, I'm Evangeline. Evangeline Evans," she quickly introduced herself. "Nathaniel's cousin. We've been IMing each other since we were eight."
Kayla looked relieved. "Oh. Well, okay then. I'm Kayla Charly, Nathaniel's friend. It's nice to meet you."
"You are not my friend!" the one in question hissed.
Thinking Evangeline just about the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, Wilbur decided to introduce himself as well. "Wilbur Averies, Miss."
Evangeline gave him a look. 'Miss?' Kayla rolled her eyes at him. Then something occurred to her.
"Wait, Evangeline Evans? Is that really your name?"
She sighed. "Mom said she liked the name Evangeline too much to care. So that's my name."
Busy with the matter of aquainting themselves with each other, they'd almost forgotten that they were in the middle of a wide plain of green grass and nothing but blue sky above. Butterflies and bees would flit and buzz past them lazily as if they were in a dream, and you got the definite impression that you were safe and peaceful, but all alone.
You're probably wondering about just who these four people are, though, so I'll describe each in more lenghth.
Nathaniel's last name was Murdock, which happened to be the family name of a long running line of famous thieves/hackers/spies, known for their cunning, cleverness, love of adventure, and a knack for never being caught. His mother was one of three triplet prodigies who had grown up dreaming of living their lives in much the same way, and had. As a result, all of Nathaniel's childhood memories were full of visions of his parents, aunt, uncle, and himself traveling around from country to country, running from legal authorities, learning how to pick locks, and seeing amazing sights every week. (He only regretted being to young to remember Australia.) Of course, this had left little time for him to have any formal education, but the adults he lived with were smart enough for him to learn things just by talking to them. It was only just recently that their team noticed a fishy-looking private school for boys and girls in Atlanta and found that they had a ready-made 12-year-old who had been trained to be a spy since birth. He seemed to be a fairly average kid with shaggy, dirty blond hair, blue eyes like his mother, and that constant but overlookable air of 'cool' about him, so he wasn't terribly suspicious. But he did have quite the secret to keep.
Evangeline was his mother's older sister's daughter, who had lived out a normal life attending a public school and was one year younger than Nathaniel. Her father had died when she was three, but she didn't remember him much. And she's the one lonely soul who knows her cousin's secret, and keeps it well. Her family always told her she has her mother's curly brown hair and big blue eyes and her father's handsomeness. She's not too skinny and not to short, she's got rosy pink cheeks, and always seems to be content about something.
Now Kayla was trouble. She was smarter than she looked and had thought Nathaniel suspicious from the beginning. She also thought him interesting, and so decided to go ahead and stalk him. This of course, was not appreciated by Nathaniel, seeing as he was trying to be a spy, but it also just plain annoyed him. She's averagely built, and had to get boy's haircut last summer when her little brother stuck gum in her hair. Her brown eyes, when combined with her dark hair, somehow made you think of autumn. Her face was heart-shaped and childish, often accompanied with a goofy grin, and a trail of freckles dotted across her nose.
Wilbur had been Kayla's best friend since they had first started life in their special private school full of over-achievers and were instantly made outcasts. They didn't act smart, didn't have the best of grades and were frankly kind of weird, so no one really liked to make social contact with them if they could, including the "ever-cool" Nathaniel who didn't exactly fit in, either. But anyways, Wilbur was an awkward, gawky kid from the South, with a distinctive Southern accent. He wasn't very refined and was pretty naive, but his aunt and uncle had sent him to that school from Oklahoma because he'd gotten extremely high test scores and they wanted him out of the house. His hair was a light shade of orange that hadn't been cut in a very long time and that he often forgot to brush, and his pale face almost completely covered in freckles. Having nothing else to do, he spent most of his time at Kayla's house, doing homework, watching TV, and playing the game of eating as much icecream straight out of the container as you could before Kayla's mom noticed. Mrs. Charly mostly thought them amusing, though, and named them the "Freckle Crew," as she was a writer of children's realistic fiction novels and was therefore the kind of person who would do that.
Phew. That took some time.
But it was only a matter of time before their little foursome thought they could see figures off in the distance....
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