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Island of the Corrupt

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Island of the Corrupt

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Island of the Corrupt

Plot

Earth has fallen apart. The world is covered by criminals, threatening the well-being of the few sane and rich left on the decrepit place. They are overpopulated, crowded, dirty, underfed, malnourished, but most of all, they are scared. Focus number one is getting rid of the criminals, and after that, they can worry about cleaning up the Earth. Problem? They are running out of prison space and places to build new prisons. They are running out of humane ways to kill those who deserve it. The answer?

Island of the Corrupt.

This government manufactured island serves as a new kind of prison. The island itself is built under an invisible dome, such that everything within the island can be controlled by an outside source. The inhabitants don’t know this, of course. To us, it is just Hell, a place of mutant and venomous animals, severe temperature changes, and impossible survival rates. We are sent here to die, in the most natural yet cruel way possible. To top it all off? They throw us in here with nothing but a name, an orange jumpsuit, a knife, and the crippling memory of the thing we are most afraid of. We remember nothing of our past, not even what crime we committed. The memories will come back over time, if we survive long enough to see them.

So, basically, its a mix of Hunger Games and Maze Runner. Sort of. ^^ The story will lead to the characters discovering that they remember who put them on the island and plotting to leave. Once they break through the dome, they will discover that Earth has been destroyed, and they are the only people left. Well, except for whoever is controlling the island, but they have to find those people first. ;)

This will be a small group roleplay, so I am only wanting about five writers. If enough show interest, I will post an OOC. :)

REBELLION {Aims&Sunflower}

Well no. I brought in Amaria, which plays a pretty big side character part. I trust that whatever character you bring in will be used for a purpose.

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It doesn't matter to me! I was just asking. Lol.

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A childhood friend? Maybe a relative?

Why another character?

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I don't think they are short. Just shorter than normal! haha!

REBELLION {Aims&Sunflower}

Daryn watched the prince carefully as he began to eat, breathing out a little sigh of relief. Her brother came over and sat beside her, eating as well. He had fallen back into his silent stage, watching everyone around him, thinking about what they would do next. He weighed the questions in his head for a moment, and then Daryn spoke his answers, like she could read his mind.

"Yes, we should stay in Port for a while. Not for long, but I don't think it's wise to travel before we have regained all our strength," and although she looked at Triver, she meant the latter part for herself as well. While her leg no longer bled, it itched with healing, and she knew she would be limping for several days. "Daelyn and I will go out shopping today, and find a place to stay. We can't burden Amaria."

The last word left Daryn's mouth no sooner than Amaria swung around and whacked the girl on the head. Daryn yelped, reaching for her sword hilt out of instinct. Of course, she had taken it off the night before.

"You will do no such thing," Amaria said, sitting down at the last empty seat at the head of the table, "It would be nonsense to waste money on boarding when I have beds to spare. If you don't mind a few of my patients coming and going throughout the day."

Both twins knew there was no point in arguing. The old woman would get her way eventually. Daelyn shook his head and glanced over at Daryn, who bit her lip. They would be putting her in danger, and Amaria meant too much to the both of them for her to be in danger.

"Whatever you want, Amaria," Daryn said, turning her attention to the prince's last question. "And I'm fine, Prince. No arrow can bring me down. Just seriously maim me." She pulled away from the table and stood, unwrapping and showing the wound to Triver. It was bright pink, looking empty and already faintly scarred. "Amaria wasn't able to heal me, due to the severity of the poison in your system. I don't need it though; I'll be fine." Daelyn nodded along with her, touching her shoulder for her to sit back down.

"And I am uninjured," Daelyn answered, with a small smile.

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Daryn fought sleep as she slumped down and sat at the base of the door. She had crammed the herbs into her swollen leg and then wrapped it in a piece of hot cloth that Amaria had given her. While she fought to keep her eyes open, she watched the old lady and her brother bustle about. Amaria was a mage, but she didn't use her magic unless she absolutely had to. Instead, she used her knowledge of other healing methods. Brews and the like. Amaria lay Triver out on the table and laid both of her hands on his chest. They stayed like that for a very long time, and Daryn knew that she was countering whatever poison was killing the prince. Suddenly, the old mage pulled back, slumping against the back wall. Daelyn moved to help her stand.

"Move him to a bed beside his sister," the old lady whispered, patting Daelyn's arm, "She will be upset when she wakes up. He will want her as well, I assume." Amaria glanced at Daryn whose eyebrows were perked up. The lady chuckled. "Didn't know they were related, huh? Well, there's a lot you two don't know. Protect the Prince like your life depends on it," she said, walking out of the room, "Because, my twins, it does."

Daelyn followed her command and moved Triver to a cot right beside Ser'deni. He covered the boy up and moved away. They were siblings. He could hardly believe it. They didn't look alike at all. At least Daryn and he looked the same. Daelyn sat down on the floor beside Daryn, who wrapped her arms around his body. She hummed a song to him, quietly, and he knew she was going to fall asleep.

"I'm sorry I got you hurt," he said, closing his eyes and falling into the sound of her light voice.

"You did nothing," she said, "It was all my idea. I owe the two of them an apology."

They spent a few minutes in silence, leaning against each other with their eyes closed. Sleep came quickly but unwillingly. It was Daryn who woke up first, hearing Ser'deni hit the floor. She jumped but remained still, waiting and watching the young mage tend to her brother. Daryn patted Daelyn's head and finally stood, moving into another room in the house. The kitchen. Already, Amaria was cooking, and whatever it was smelled better than the castle food had during their short day there. Daryn offered to help, but the old woman scolded her away. So, she waited by the door, watching the prince and Ser'deni. How had Amaria known about them being siblings? More importantly, how had she known it was the prince? Daryn had her guesses, the first being that Triver was very hidden without his hat. Anyone would know who he was now. She made herself a goal to find them new disguises.

"Daryn, set the table," Amaria barked from behind her, pressing a stack of ceramic plates in the girl's hands. Daryn didn't argue, knowing it was useless with the woman. The same table Triver had been healed on would be dined on this morning. The tan wood of the table was carved and burned with different markings, words and letters and symbols that Daryn couldn't read. She glanced at her brother, who was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Amaria entered the room with food, some sort of meat that filled the room with its scent.

"Now, we wait for the boy to get hungry," Amaria said, sitting down at the table with a chuckle.