6:00 AM
Gene awoke with a start, smashing his fist hard upon the top of his alarm clock. He heard a crack, but ignored it and opened an eye. Six in the morning. Great. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes, before swinging his legs off the bed. He stared at the backpack that leaned against the wall, just beside the huge oak door that was the entrance to his room. It had his old time-y family crest embedded into it. A lamp, that of which a genie might live in, with smoke pouring out of it.
He got dressed and packed a few things into his backpack. He never did like school. Well, scratch that. He never like the people. They never actually liked him for who he was. It was always 'Hey can you get me...' or 'Hey so I was wondering...'. He was a rich kid, practically having money fly outta his backside. Sometimes he just sat and wondered what it'd be like to be a middle-class person, not so well off.
6:45
Having eaten breakfast, Gene left the house. Mansion, really, but he still left. He had his baggy, brown, backpack slung over his right shoulder. He could here a few things rattling around inside, probably just loose pencils and pens or something. As he walked, he tried not to think about the bad things that could happen. He tried to think that people wouldn't care about money, that they only cared about the person themselves.
He looked up, now, looking at the sun. It had just begun to shine above the horizon, though it wasn't too noticeable. Today is a new day, he thought. It'll all work out just fine. When he was half way there, he pulled out his class schedule from his pocket. Algebra II first. At least mathematics was his better subject. After another few minutes of walking, he arrived at the school. It was pretty big, looked like a nice place from the outside. He stopped for a moment, taking it all in. There were a few students filing in. He figured he may wind up being late.
He knew he was a bit early, so he sat down on a nearby step, and took out his phone. He fiddle around in his pocket for a second, pulling out some ear-buds. He shoved them in his ears and turned up his music, drowning out all other sounds. He checked the time every few minutes just to be sure he was not late.
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Jonah frowned. He waved his arms around like a spastic mad-man for a moment, as if trying to fight like a sissy. He bent over, touched the grass, and punched a tree (wincing afterwards) and returned. He was trying to see if this was real. He figured that if he could touch it, it was real.
"Mmmmmm... Pretty sure it's real..." he let out a long sigh, looking around hopefully, as if expecting something to come and take him away to the world he used to know.
"Mmmmmm... Pretty sure it's real..." he let out a long sigh, looking around hopefully, as if expecting something to come and take him away to the world he used to know.
Jonah, thankful to get a... half-sane answer, shook his head in confusion. "I have no clue. Seems like we're in some sort of... I dunno, foreign country? Maybe it's all got to do with the moon... Like those weird glittery beaches, or maybe it's a strange animal like glowworms that changes this stuff...?" he spoke slowly, moving toward the woman. These stupid fantasies weren't real, there can't be purple grass and trees don't twist!
"Do you know how we got here?" he asked stupidly, realizing that, odds are, nobody actually did. His hands reached to his pockets, feeling around for his wallet, or phone, anything that he had before. Nothing. His wallet and phone had disappeared.
"Do you know how we got here?" he asked stupidly, realizing that, odds are, nobody actually did. His hands reached to his pockets, feeling around for his wallet, or phone, anything that he had before. Nothing. His wallet and phone had disappeared.
Guisseppe (I know I spelled it wrong) is such a perve... xD
Doc heard the crowbar speak to him, but didn't really pay attention. The room shifted, making him even more confused. He looked at the others with confused glances, unsure of what exactly to think of the situation. When he realized that it was an awfully glorified hall, he could hardly even breath. His stomach flopped over in confusion. When the room stopped shifting, he saw a girl dressed all in black clothes. He stepped back a bit. She was dancing, and as she twirled around, he saw a bright red blur dancing around the girl's head. He assumed maybe it was some type of headband or something, but when she stopped, he saw that it was her eye. When she spoke, she just filled Doc with not only confusion, but wonder. What, or who, was she really?
Doc took a step forward, not quite sure whether or not it was a good idea. "Alright er... Marianne... D'ya know where we are? 'Cause we woke up here and... Well, we don't have any idea what happened..."
Doc took a step forward, not quite sure whether or not it was a good idea. "Alright er... Marianne... D'ya know where we are? 'Cause we woke up here and... Well, we don't have any idea what happened..."
Without opening his eyes, Jonah moved his hands around the floor. No, not floor. Ground, grass, dirt. It felt a bit odd, and he got a strange feeling in his stomach. Was he just having a lucid dream? His eyes flung open, the sun blinding him for a moment. He let out a gasp, blinking rapidly. Finally, his eyes adjusted and he got a good look at where he was. The first thing he realized were the bright colors of wherever he was. Purple grass, and oddly shaped trees, a very colorful sky.
He pushed himself from the ground, wobbling a bit before gaining his balance. Right as he stood up, a loud voice was clearly angry at somebody. He turned his head, looking to where the shout had come from. A woman was yelling at another guy who seemed to have just woken up, similar to his own situation. He started walking toward them, but his eyes were soon staring right back at the purple grass. It was strange, maybe some freak accident in nature? But then the sky... and the trees. This couldn't be real, he was having a dream. Or so it seemed.
"H-hey... Where the hell are we?"
He pushed himself from the ground, wobbling a bit before gaining his balance. Right as he stood up, a loud voice was clearly angry at somebody. He turned his head, looking to where the shout had come from. A woman was yelling at another guy who seemed to have just woken up, similar to his own situation. He started walking toward them, but his eyes were soon staring right back at the purple grass. It was strange, maybe some freak accident in nature? But then the sky... and the trees. This couldn't be real, he was having a dream. Or so it seemed.
"H-hey... Where the hell are we?"
Name (must be a Disney character): Genie
Nickname(s): Gene
Age: 16
Grade: Ninth
Appearance (Sorry but no anime! Descriptions are fine!):
Personality:
(I know I said I wanted to make him creepy, but I decided not to)
Gene is an arrogant person. Really, he is. He comes from a very rich family, and they can practically snap their fingers and get what they want. Though he is a nice person on the inside, he feels like he has to live up to his parent's expectations. Unfortunately, his parents do expect him to be the cool kid and have everybody like him. According to them, it's "business". He's likable to those who are jockeys, cool kids, and anybody well-known. Not many of the nice people actually like him, not to mention the nerds that he picks on all the time.
On the inside, he feels terrible for what he does. He knows he's mean, and knows that everybody thinks so. Well, the only people who's opinions are actually worth listening to. He can't even stand being by the cool people. It drives him crazy just being near them, but of course he can't show that. And he doesn't, for the most part. On occasion, he'll secretly help out the not-so-fortunate. And just like his parents, he virtually snaps his fingers and can get them whatever it is they need. Only a few people actually appreciate this, though.
All-in-all, he is a nice person when you get to know him. He's into music, history, and math, which pretty much tells you he's smart. He may not be a genius, but he definitely knows what he's talking about.
Background:
Gene's parents are very expectant of him. They expect him to be cool and get everybody's attention. His parents sell rare artifacts, and have been extremely successful. As far as their concerned, money makes the world go round. Gene usually is pretty good about pleasing them when it comes to popularity and such. He didn't play sports, he wasn't in much, but people still liked him. He quickly learned that it was all for the money. He couldn't do anything about that, either, because he knew that his parents would hate him for it.
After a while of living with his parents, when he was old enough to understand, he learned how twisted and cruel they were. Life isn't really about wealth and being popular. It was about having real friends, real family, and being who you are. Ever since then, he tends to be more and more of a good person around people. It's his life goal to be better than his parents and to show them that he can be a good person.
Every now and then, he takes small portions of money from his parents and gives it to charities and things similar to that. He has no real friends, that is, none that actually like him for who he is. He always does small acts of kindness for those less-fortunate when he can, never really noticed by the cool-kids.
"It's almost like I've been trapped. Trapped in a world of richness and wealth. No. I refuse to live this way." he mutters to himself often.
Hobbies/Facts/Orientation (whatever you can think of that might be noteworthy): He really enjoys singing and reading. He reads to escape the real world and learn more about people who, when you think about it, really are more fortunate than him. They have life-long friends, happiness, and amazing goals. And that's all he needs. He is heterosexual, and always will be. He does not understand anything else, and finds it awkward and strange.
Class Schedule: Optional, but recommended:
1st: Algebra II
2nd: English
3rd: French
4th: History
5th: Lunch
6th: Choir
7th: Marketing
8th: Study Hall
9th: Biology
10th: Theatre
Nickname(s): Gene
Age: 16
Grade: Ninth
Appearance (Sorry but no anime! Descriptions are fine!):
Personality:
(I know I said I wanted to make him creepy, but I decided not to)
Gene is an arrogant person. Really, he is. He comes from a very rich family, and they can practically snap their fingers and get what they want. Though he is a nice person on the inside, he feels like he has to live up to his parent's expectations. Unfortunately, his parents do expect him to be the cool kid and have everybody like him. According to them, it's "business". He's likable to those who are jockeys, cool kids, and anybody well-known. Not many of the nice people actually like him, not to mention the nerds that he picks on all the time.
On the inside, he feels terrible for what he does. He knows he's mean, and knows that everybody thinks so. Well, the only people who's opinions are actually worth listening to. He can't even stand being by the cool people. It drives him crazy just being near them, but of course he can't show that. And he doesn't, for the most part. On occasion, he'll secretly help out the not-so-fortunate. And just like his parents, he virtually snaps his fingers and can get them whatever it is they need. Only a few people actually appreciate this, though.
All-in-all, he is a nice person when you get to know him. He's into music, history, and math, which pretty much tells you he's smart. He may not be a genius, but he definitely knows what he's talking about.
Background:
Gene's parents are very expectant of him. They expect him to be cool and get everybody's attention. His parents sell rare artifacts, and have been extremely successful. As far as their concerned, money makes the world go round. Gene usually is pretty good about pleasing them when it comes to popularity and such. He didn't play sports, he wasn't in much, but people still liked him. He quickly learned that it was all for the money. He couldn't do anything about that, either, because he knew that his parents would hate him for it.
After a while of living with his parents, when he was old enough to understand, he learned how twisted and cruel they were. Life isn't really about wealth and being popular. It was about having real friends, real family, and being who you are. Ever since then, he tends to be more and more of a good person around people. It's his life goal to be better than his parents and to show them that he can be a good person.
Every now and then, he takes small portions of money from his parents and gives it to charities and things similar to that. He has no real friends, that is, none that actually like him for who he is. He always does small acts of kindness for those less-fortunate when he can, never really noticed by the cool-kids.
"It's almost like I've been trapped. Trapped in a world of richness and wealth. No. I refuse to live this way." he mutters to himself often.
Hobbies/Facts/Orientation (whatever you can think of that might be noteworthy): He really enjoys singing and reading. He reads to escape the real world and learn more about people who, when you think about it, really are more fortunate than him. They have life-long friends, happiness, and amazing goals. And that's all he needs. He is heterosexual, and always will be. He does not understand anything else, and finds it awkward and strange.
Class Schedule: Optional, but recommended:
1st: Algebra II
2nd: English
3rd: French
4th: History
5th: Lunch
6th: Choir
7th: Marketing
8th: Study Hall
9th: Biology
10th: Theatre
Pitch Black
Pitch noticed her hand running up her arm again. He grinned, a soft chuckle coming from his lips. When she spoke, he could hear her frustration and he chuckled a bit more.
Frustration, he though, frustration! Ha ha ha haaaa! He rubbed his hands together, now actually paying attention to what she had asked. How long had he been there, she asked him. Hmmm. He had already lost count, but he knew he'd been there at least a few days. He mentally stabbed himself for losing count so quickly.
"Oh, I've just gotten here. Arrived a few days ago." he paused, watching her caress her own arm. What the hell was she doing? She seemed like a canine that attempted to scratch itself. "What the hell're you doing?" he asked, fully aware of the sarcastic tone in his voice.
Pitch noticed her hand running up her arm again. He grinned, a soft chuckle coming from his lips. When she spoke, he could hear her frustration and he chuckled a bit more.
Frustration, he though, frustration! Ha ha ha haaaa! He rubbed his hands together, now actually paying attention to what she had asked. How long had he been there, she asked him. Hmmm. He had already lost count, but he knew he'd been there at least a few days. He mentally stabbed himself for losing count so quickly.
"Oh, I've just gotten here. Arrived a few days ago." he paused, watching her caress her own arm. What the hell was she doing? She seemed like a canine that attempted to scratch itself. "What the hell're you doing?" he asked, fully aware of the sarcastic tone in his voice.
Hey, I'm interested! This could be cool! I've always liked Genie, he'd be really fun to play! I'm thinking he could be really weird and creepy, a freak? Kinda trapped in his own world (like a lamp).
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