Apollo

The Town At the End - Kirah & Apollo

Dylan

Dylan bit his lip as he filled in the last question on the scantron with his pencil. He was so exhausted from exams that he didn't really care to check whether he had marked the right one. Usually, due to his OCD, he would check it a way too many times, but being tired was a sure way to overcome his OCD.

He put his pencil down and leaned back. Most of the other students were done and either mouthing words to eachother when the teacher wasn't looking, or reading a book. Dylan noted only ten more minutes left on the clock.

He stretched out in his chair and yawned quietly. It was nice to be in the last week of school. He was definitely going to make the most of this summer by reading the books he wanted to read and not the ones that were assigned. He also was already planning his college applications and wanted to research the best colleges to apply to for Philosophy of Science. He still wasn't even sure if there were any schools that actually offered that major. He looked outside the window and noticed the super long line of yellow busses waiting for the students to get out of class. They were going to a theme park and Dylan actually planned to have fun there. Usually he'd mope around and just go somewhere quiet to read or listen to music, but he was kind of tired of academic and his loner stuff - at least for now.

The only thing he was definitely not looking forward too was three hours on a school bus packed with rowdy high schoolers.

"Ok, everyone. Pencils down, start handing in your exam and then you can go," Ms. Moore said, looking at her watch.

"In orderly fashion," she chided when students began rushing her desk. They slowed down. Students wanted to get to the busses before everyone else to make sure they could sit next to their friends.

Ms. Moore smiled at Dylan as he handed his in, "Look into Stanford. You won't regret it."

Dylan smiled, "I will."

"Have a nice summer."

Dylan smiled and nodded as he left the room. The bell hadn't gone off yet so the other classes were still in session, except for a couple other classes that were also let out slightly early. Dylan went to his locker and got his backpack. He wasn't sure if he was going to need it since they were going to a theme park, but he didn't want to leave it behind. It had his computer, iPhone, and his books...just in case he got over his academic slump sooner than planned.

He looked around to see if his brother had been let out early. Students were rushing past, giggling and laughing as they made their way to the busses.

Suddenly, Dylan started to notice blood on the faces of some students. It was so odd that he didn't even realize it was odd when he first started seeing it. It was like his mind was taking a long time to process it. Behind one of the classroom doors with a frosted window, he thought he could make out a figure with an axe. He could feel himself start to panic, but it was just so weird that he wasn't sure what to panic about. He looked at the students faces. The blood...

A locker door slammed right next to him and he jumped.

"Thanks for the tip, Dylan." Dylan recognized Topher's voice.

"What?"

"I beat the boss easy after you told me about that glitch." He punched Dylan on the shoulder lightly and smiled as he walked away.

"No worries," Dylan said, still in shock. When he looked back at the hallway and students, everything seemed normal again.

"Really need to lay off the zombie stuff," Dylan muttered.

He closed his locker and made his way to the busses as the bell rang.

The Town At the End - Kirah & Apollo

A high school field trip finds itself lost in a mysterious town. Strange things begin to happen. People start dying. Who are the strange figures in the fog?

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Hey guys, sorry I've been so radio silent. I've been really busy with my biological anthropology project and preparing for finals, which are coming up fast for me. I get to hang out with gibbons and siamangs and a few other primates as well so it's not all bad :) they are really amazing :) I'm will attempt my utmost to post as I really like this RP, but if I truly can't keep up I will bow out to not bog you guys down. I have trips to the Gibbons Center and the LA Zoo coming up, so that will also eat big chunks of my time :(

Now I will read all the posts I've missed to try and catch up, haha.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Haha, David feels really bad now haha. I'm sure he's regretting it haha.

Liquid Memories

The IC post is up! So sorry for the delay guys! As Kirah mentioned, there were site issues. That, combined with my hectic school schedule and exam week, posting seemed to be an impossibility. Luckily, the amazing Kirah was available to start us off as I wasn't going to be able to write a post. I luckily found time somehow! Mostly by not doing what I supposed to be doing like homework, but no one needs to know haha :)

I hope you guys like the post. I haven't the time to edit it, so I hope it is legible. I am looking forward to reading your posts! Please allow for two others to post before you post again as a general rule. If it is imperative that you post sooner to respond to something, then go right ahead as I will trust your judgment.

Can you guys give me an idea of what types of scenarios you would be interested? Zombies? World War? Political Assassination? That way I have a better feel for the kinds of things we should do in the story.

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Milo Heartworth

He felt a breeze touch his face and his hands lifted to wipe the sleep from his eyes. Sitting up, he crossed his legs underneath him and yawned, stretching his arms outwards. There was a tiny burst of pain as he hit his hand against the wall. He sucked in air through his teeth and inspected the back of his hand. His knuckles were red and tender. When he touched them with his other hand it stung and he instinctively flinched. He couldn't remember how it had happened.

When he finally looked up and deeper into the room, he realized that he didn't know where he was. This room was completely alien to him. Even scarier, he couldn't remember what room he should be in. The ceiling was bright, white panels spread throughout filling the room with light. He found no windows - where had the breeze come from? For that matter, there was no door. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, it all had a very modern sleek look - industrial. The implications whirled inside his brain. Was he kidnapped? Drugged? Had he been at a party? No matter how hard he tried to recall the previous nights, the more disconcerting his current predicament became. The real worry, was when he tried to think farther back, only to receive a big nothingness. A dark void where his memories should be. There was nothing there, not even glimpses. Not even a name. He could feel the panic inside him build. It was at war with something, an emotion he couldn't really get a grip on.

As his eyes darted around the room, they landed on a coffee table at the center in front of a small modern love-seat. On the coffee table, he could see various items. A photograph caught his attention. There were two boys in it. Detangling himself from the covers, he approached the coffee table with caution and inspected the photograph. He turned it around to see if there were any dedications, but there was nothing. Flipping it back over, he noticed that the two boys in the photograph were twins, but he didn't recognize who they were. Had he known them? A birthday card, warn and dirty, had been laying beside the photograph and he now inspected it.

"Forgive me, Mom." His heart gave a thump at hearing his own voice. It was like hearing it for the first time, even though he logically knew that he wasn't just born a few seconds ago and that he must have heard his own voice millions of times before. It was odd nevertheless.

The card had balloons and a birthday cake on it. On the cake, was the picture of a clown. It might be grinning, but the eyes weren't quite right. He picked up the glasses that were laying on the table and put them on to inspect the clown in the picture farther. He jumped slightly when the world distorted and the clown seemed to have jump off the card and into his face. He took them off again and of course the clown was where it had always been. He dropped it onto the table. He felt his fist clench and he wanted to pound the card into the table, to rip it to shreds. Only he didn't know why.

After trying the glasses for a second time, he decided he didn't need them. They were definitely not his. He could actually see very well and seemed to have very good vision. This good vision allowed him to find the bear. It was on the floor, placed in front of a cracked mirror. The mirror itself had a sheet of paper written on it with he name of a university.

How can I know that it's the name of a university and what university it is, if I can't remember my own name, he thought. He picked up the bear and read the name tag, "Milo Heartworth. Something seemed to click in his brain, like the snapping of a button. That was his name. There was no doubt about it. As soon as he had read it, the name had become a part of him.

Still holding the bear, he peered at the letter. It was an acceptance letter and now that he knew his name, he realized that this letter was addressed to him. He had been accepted to a university in France. The Ecole Normale Supérieure, Paris. The words sounded French in his head and he spoke them out loud. It was perfect, with no American accent or inflection. So he knew french. Très Bien. Not that it did him any good in this door-less room. He decided to put the letter away in his sleeping-shorts pocket. The shorts were made of cotton and were likely for working out, but he didn't remember ever buying them, though by now he deduced that he did work out, based on how he felt and the feeling of his muscles and stomach.

When he looked in the mirror it was like slamming into a moving truck. His face - he was one of the boys in the photograph. His hands felt his cheeks and his nose and he waved his hand around to make sure it was him in the mirror. He went back to the photograph and sure enough, he looked like them. He was in the picture, even if he couldn't tell which one of the two he was. He looked back at his face through the cracked mirror. He had a twin brother. His fist clenched and his knuckles stung again slightly. He brought it up to his face and then looked at the mirror. He had been the one to crack the mirror. He didn't know why or when, but he knew he had done. Perhaps it was even recent, if the pain was anything to go on.

He jumped back and prepared for a fight when he heard gears turning and air releasing as a panel in the wall opposite him opened to reveal a large hallway. Voices echoed through the halls. He could see a large chamber at the very end of the hall. A few people passed in front of his room, going horizontally through the hallways that was perpendicular to the one he could see. Milo walked out slowly, turning to look around. Everyone looked panic and shocked. He made his way to the center and was about to ask someone what was going on when he saw them looking up in awe. He looked up too, and couldn't understand what he saw. Through the enormous domed window, there was space. In that vast space, was a planet. He wasn't sure if it was Earth or not, but it was definitely a planet.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

oh that's true haha. It depends on the train cart your in.

Hogwarts: We Are Now

Hopefully this will post, haha.

Is anyone going to react to the train cart almost being flipped on its side? haha

Liquid Memories

Accepted :) I'll write up an IC post to start is off today, hopefully. I'm working on homework and studying for three exams so I'll do it on one of my breaks.

I'm excited to start!

Liquid Memories

All character sheets accepted! I'll wait to see if we get anymore applicants before we start.