Grijs

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Concerning, isn't it? And that I of all people appears to be the only active member too...

Edit: Ok, not the 'only' active member. ;D

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*Whistle*
Huh? What? Oh, finally! Someone makes a post!
...
people are already growing inactive? GET TO WORK YA DAMN RATS! I WANT IC POSTS! ANYONE! NOW! You all fail to see the symbolic meaning of this RP! If this RP fails, what hope is there that any RP can ever finish without some lazy fuckers suddenly going inactive and killing it?!
''Roleplay is dead, and we have killed him.'' -Friedrich Nietzsche
That's right! This RP represents HOPE! If this dies, than so does hope. So wooooorkkk!! Let my words motivate you to save the day!

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Menno

Man, waiting takes forever. Good thing I got that fire to work. For a moment I was afraid the smoke wouldn’t be strong enough to be seen from far distances. Too bad I needed my shirt to fan the fire, but whatever. The burns on that old thing don’t really matter, especially in situations like these. If I keep my coat zipped up, no one will see the burn marks on it.
Now that the fire is up and working and the smoke towering high into the purple sky, I climbed in a nearby tree to keep cover, but at the same time be able to have a good look at the fire and its surroundings. You never know what wildlife might get attracted to the fire in this world… but maybe, with a little luck, I will draw humans this way.

But until that happens, I must lurk in the leafs like a majestic falcon and… not get totally bored.

An hour or so passes, and I begin feeling cramps in my muscles. Then finally, I hear rustling nearby in the grass, just close behind me. I’m caught by surprise for a second and hold my breath as I gaze at the bushes. I must’ve attracted something living to this location! And.. and from the bushes emerges a… human guy.
Oh wow, this guy looks cool with his dark hair, serious frown and attire. Heck, he even got a trench coat! How badass is that! Puts my raincoat to shame, it does.

I begin smiling in relief. This guy doesn’t look so dangerous. ..And he’s clearly different than the person I met earlier. So I was right! My suspicion is confirmed. There are more humans in this world! It’s time I get to the bottom of what exactly is going on here. I will find out the truth.
But first…!

This guy hasn’t seen me yet. Good. I begin smirking. Should I take him by surprise, or approach him politely…? Hmm.. let’s see how bad-ass this guy really is when I say something ominous.

And so, in a deep dramatic voice I utter:
‘’I have been expecting you, human! Always so inquisitive... I knew I would draw your kind to my fire, and so I have been waiting for you…
In other words, you’ve landed right into my trap!’’

The person looks up and turns his head towards all directions, but cannot spot me.
I jump down the tree and land on my feet just a few meters behind this guy, who ever bewilderedly looks around him searching for where my voice came from.
‘’Your soul is mine, mortal!’’

Then the guy looks into my direction, with an unamused expression on his face. I burst into a brief chuckle. To lift the mood I add:
‘’Haha, sorry for being juvenile, I couldn’t resist it. Rest assured, I am a fellow human, stuck here in this world just like you.
I’m glad you came. I thought I might have attracted a monster this way but you don’t appear like a threat… so far. And I think we’ll need each other’s help in order to survive.’’

I approach the guy with my hand held out for a shake, all the while trying to smile politely.
‘’Once again, I'm really sorry if I startled or annoyed you. My name is Menno.’’
I hold out my hand towards him, expecting him to state his name as well, but withdraw my hand when it becomes clear he wasn't going to say anything.
''Ehh, another time, perhaps.''
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Say what? You say you know where more humans are in this world?! Huh, you’re more experienced than I am in braving this forest, aren’t you? Show me, I would love to meet them.
But first I should probably put out that fire.

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Nahh, you don't have to if you don't want to. What matters is that they meet AT ALL. The stuff that happens in between your guy seeing the smoke and then arriving at its location isn't really that important... unless something important plot-related happens, like your guy getting ambushed by the raven-dude or something.

Oh, and I see you're a fan of Nightpain--errr, Edgar Allen Poe, which made me think of this awesome South Park episode.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64-FUkiVZew
Also, that episode gave me the idea to make an emo/goth teenager for a future RP

--Edit: Ah, you already did it. NEVERMIND. GREAT POST. THANK YOU FOR EDIT.

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Yo! Like, Solekii! Dude! Zaiden's post was too rushed! No one even commented on that other guy that Gabriel spoke off, and the smoke actually came from a pretty distant place I'd think, like, almost at the horizon. Yo! And how do you know that Menno wasn't hiding in a tree to ensure that whatever danger may approach the smoke, it couldn't see him. Huh? Huh? Whatcha gonna say to that huh? #SWAG

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YESS! Progress! At long last!
And yes, I'm sorry FrozenEcstasy, it's just that Menno doesn't see the (obvious) difference between metrosexual hipsters and demisexual punks. He's kind of an odd-fish like that. I mean, EVERYONE knows the difference between the two! Gosh, Menno is such an idiot at times.

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Don't talk like I am the one that wanted you to make that character list. YOU are the one that kept asking for one, not me. :P

Wait.. why don't Miles and Menno have a fancy title?! You got something against people whose name begin with 'M'?!

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^Yes.

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Mysticbluekitten said
Name: Cycil
Age: 13
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Hair Colour: Maroon (reddish browninsh)
Eye Colour: emerald
General Appearance:
Personality: one word. Broken. Cycil was broken from the many heart tears. She was quite a "push-over" and couldn't really stand up for her self in most situations. She is open minded to all people and desperate for friendship. A real friendship. It was all she dreamed of. She is a very kind person and doesn't like getting angry. Instead of being angry, she stresses and worries her self to the point where she completely forgets what she's doing. All she wants to do is help and befriend others. She is easily manipulative and she can't really see past the words a person tells her and rarely ever learns from her experiences. She also acts crazily and weirdly in a "normal" persons point of view. The only subject she ever was very good in was art thanks to her artistic flare and perspective of objects and colour ranges.

History: The question had always played along in Cycils head like an ever lasting melody through out her child hood. It wasn't the mockery or the petty name calling that had gotten to Cycil. It was the fake friendships that had rotted her heart from the inside. There was a point in her little life at primary school that she was truly convinced that she had friends. Real friends. Not bullies that played on her emotions as if she was broken harp, using her fragile strings to their advantage. Snapping them then messily fixing them. Luring her to believe that the promises and friendships were true and pure. But Cycil had come to the bitter realisation that this was life. Her life.She was hoping for a fresh start when she left the sad little primary school behind for the grand high school she had created in her mind. One where she could experience a real friendship and turn over a fresh leaf. Cycil had spent a long time researching on the snail they called internet on her home beaten up computer that desperately protested to be put back into its state of slumber. She couldn't enter any grammar schools, her grades were only average, if even that. The only half- decent high school Cycil came across was a long buss journey away. Just her luck. But beggars can't be choosers.Her mother did warn her that she'd have to get up early each morning and take the bus journey, even if the weather was bad. She couldn't get her dad to give her a lift either, even if she was running late. Not that Cycil wanted a lift from her dad. Cycils dad was a drug and alcohol addict that had managed to gain numerous criminal records from fights in the poor excuse of a bar that lay at the end of Cycils road. Cycil could often hear screams and rowdy laughter at night. Not a pleasant experience.However, Cycil did not know that her dream high school was more like a disaster from a night mare. The school had a reputation for bringing up the best bullies in the neighbour hood. But when Cycil had took her first steps into the school, it was too late. She had soon found herself already snared in it's traps, thanks to her desperate longing for a true friends. They had all seemed very nice at first, but behind their divine masks of happiness lay devilish monsters, waiting to catch their unsuspecting prey.She was used and tossed around like a broken tool once again. With lousy teachers and little support, Cycil was stuck in a worse situation than before. She spent every waking moment at school, dreading every second that was to come, only to find her self at home worrying about her brothers, homework and the following school day. The pressure rose and rose and rose, pushing her down until she was at breaking point. In a rash, desperate last attempt at escape, she ran away.

Are you already in the group, or will you meet up with them? Meet up with them.
Improved :)

Whatever happened to this girl? Did Mysticbluekitten leave the RP?

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blackensign, Picklesjar and above all... SOLEKII! MAKE A GOD DAMN POST!!! That's an ORDER!
I have been going to this thread for like.. every 2 hours for the past few days with pretty much no progress! Believe in yourself and write a post! Make us proud! Save this RP! Be a hero... apply your IC post today!