Dragonbud said
The funny thing about the Ruben and Callie ship is that they are posed in similar ways in the photobook
That is weird... Didn't notice that. xD
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That is weird... Didn't notice that. xD
Sorry for the delay. Got my post up.
Also I believe characters are still welcome. Can't speak for Rook though. ^
Also I believe characters are still welcome. Can't speak for Rook though. ^
When Ruben finished his meal, which he had picked at and taken some time to finish due to having quite a lot on his mind, he took the plate and tray away before heading towards the toilets. He saw a girl walk out beside a nurse, she was clearly in great distress and looked very ill. He sighed, feeling bad for her but deciding not to offer his assistance, recognising that the workers here were professional and offer much more than him in terms of help. He walked over to a sink in the toilets and washed his face, clearing his mind, when he heard an announcement on the speaker: “Calling the following Residents to the Assembly Room in the Welcome Building: Isabella Roma, Callie Evans, Anthony Ware, Azai Chasina, Ruben Batista, Benjamin Vaughn.” He normally didn't pay too much attention to announcements or anything, but when he heard that the speaker began to list names, he made sure he listened well for his own, and when he heard it, he nodded to himself, turning on his heel, out of the toilets.
Casually, he strolled towards the assembly building. He was probably going to be finally assigned a long-term therapists - he'd already spoken to a couple people but he felt having someone he could talk to regularly, on a personal level, would be a much better alternative than to someone who had no relevance to him in any way at all. Unlike some of the people here, who only went to the therapy because it was pretty much mandatory, he went because he genuinely wanted to get back in control of his head - his life had sucked since he'd left home, he'd been in withdrawal from drugs, in an incredibly low state of mind and constantly paranoid. By now, however, he was feeling good. He still had urges to take drugs, but the only form of drug he'd taken since coming to Open Roads was a few cigarettes every now and then when he was out of the grounds.
Casually, he strolled towards the assembly building. He was probably going to be finally assigned a long-term therapists - he'd already spoken to a couple people but he felt having someone he could talk to regularly, on a personal level, would be a much better alternative than to someone who had no relevance to him in any way at all. Unlike some of the people here, who only went to the therapy because it was pretty much mandatory, he went because he genuinely wanted to get back in control of his head - his life had sucked since he'd left home, he'd been in withdrawal from drugs, in an incredibly low state of mind and constantly paranoid. By now, however, he was feeling good. He still had urges to take drugs, but the only form of drug he'd taken since coming to Open Roads was a few cigarettes every now and then when he was out of the grounds.
December, 2014, 11:30 AM, an aircraft departed Los Angeles, headed for New Zealand, where, at this time of the year, it would be warmer than ever. On board the plane were a variety of passengers- at the rear end of the plane were a large group of college Geography students, who were bound for a school trip. All was going well until the plane passed over Hawaii, when the speakers announced that the co-pilot would be taking over control of the aircraft due to the pilot getting food poisoning.
At this point, all communication with the plane was lost. The GPS signal was somehow disabled, and there was no telling where the aircraft was. The passengers didn't know this, though. They were in ignorant bliss at this time - in their minds, they believed that in a few hours time they would be at their destination, but it soon became apparent that they would never reach New Zealand. When the plane began to descend quickly was when people began to worry, and in no time, the plane was not too far above the water - they were however reassured by the 'pilot' who told them he was just avoiding turbulence. For the next two minutes, however, the plane continued to decline to the point that it was only meters from the surface of the ocean.
Then it happened. A hideous sound rang out, fire plumes erupting from the cockpit. The first few rows died painlessly, decimated by the explosion - the next few died in agony, those behind them were horrifyingly burnt and paralysed. Initially, almost 20 people survived, all at the back, most of them College students. Of those, a few were in too much shock to comprehend what was going on, and many were already knocked out. Several seconds later the plane hit the surface of the ocean with a crack and slowly began to sink under the waves.
By the time the survivors escaped the wreck and boarded the only remaining life raft, less than a dozen remained, all college students, some seriously injured, some unconscious. An hour later, the raft had drifted close to an unknown, seemingly uncharted island somewhere between Hawaii and New Zealand. Slowly, the boat floated to the shores and the survivors took to land, quickly seeking to tend to any wounds they had gained and to figure out what the hell to do. It was morning where they were, but it would be evening back in L.A. Despite the commotion, the survivors would have the confidence they would soon be found, though this would not be the truth.
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Basically, we will be playing a bunch of College students wrecked on an island. I know it's very cliche in some ways, but I plan to develop the story in ways this concept hasn't necessarily seen. Despite this, this will primarily be a character development RP, how different personalities react, clash and change to having this life here, however long it will be. I plan to make this High Casual, and to only accept around 8 or so people, 1 character each, maximum. This will be based on how good your app is, not if you applied first, and I will be accepting harshly, so, if you don't write an interesting character or one that fits a High Casual RP, then don't be too heartbroken if you get turned down.
All this is only in mind if I get interest, so... anyone?
At this point, all communication with the plane was lost. The GPS signal was somehow disabled, and there was no telling where the aircraft was. The passengers didn't know this, though. They were in ignorant bliss at this time - in their minds, they believed that in a few hours time they would be at their destination, but it soon became apparent that they would never reach New Zealand. When the plane began to descend quickly was when people began to worry, and in no time, the plane was not too far above the water - they were however reassured by the 'pilot' who told them he was just avoiding turbulence. For the next two minutes, however, the plane continued to decline to the point that it was only meters from the surface of the ocean.
Then it happened. A hideous sound rang out, fire plumes erupting from the cockpit. The first few rows died painlessly, decimated by the explosion - the next few died in agony, those behind them were horrifyingly burnt and paralysed. Initially, almost 20 people survived, all at the back, most of them College students. Of those, a few were in too much shock to comprehend what was going on, and many were already knocked out. Several seconds later the plane hit the surface of the ocean with a crack and slowly began to sink under the waves.
By the time the survivors escaped the wreck and boarded the only remaining life raft, less than a dozen remained, all college students, some seriously injured, some unconscious. An hour later, the raft had drifted close to an unknown, seemingly uncharted island somewhere between Hawaii and New Zealand. Slowly, the boat floated to the shores and the survivors took to land, quickly seeking to tend to any wounds they had gained and to figure out what the hell to do. It was morning where they were, but it would be evening back in L.A. Despite the commotion, the survivors would have the confidence they would soon be found, though this would not be the truth.
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Basically, we will be playing a bunch of College students wrecked on an island. I know it's very cliche in some ways, but I plan to develop the story in ways this concept hasn't necessarily seen. Despite this, this will primarily be a character development RP, how different personalities react, clash and change to having this life here, however long it will be. I plan to make this High Casual, and to only accept around 8 or so people, 1 character each, maximum. This will be based on how good your app is, not if you applied first, and I will be accepting harshly, so, if you don't write an interesting character or one that fits a High Casual RP, then don't be too heartbroken if you get turned down.
All this is only in mind if I get interest, so... anyone?
Sure
Will work on a post soon. :)
Ruben awoke with a start. It was quite a common occurrence for him to have disturbed slumber - he hadn't always been, but he was certainly a light sleeper now, after spending a couple of months on the street you learn that you have to keep on your guard, there are all sorts of things out there just waiting to get at your neck. The mattress was, by no stretch of the imagination the best he'd ever slept on, it looked cheap and felt uncomfortable, but it was by far the best thing that was available to him and he was thankful. He sighed, wiped his brow and got off the bed.
The last month or so had treat him well - after being homeless for some time, he found his way to Open Roads and settled in. Over the period of a few weeks, he became a resident of the shelter and had several chats with the therapist, clearly wanting to face his demons involving drugs, booze and his family issues. In whole, his life went from it's lowest point on to a steady climb back up, and that pleased him. Although he had not finished his education and he had no passion to continue it, he finally felt a spark of hope for the future that had been stamped out by his father and then shown to be almost impossible when he was without a place to stay, having a strand of belief that his dreams and aspirations could actually come around. One of the workers had given him their old guitar, which, like his bed, was old and poor in quality, but far better than anything else he could ask for. In his spare time he would sit outside and play, or maybe walk around for some fresh air. He'd not yet found time for friends.
Not only did Open Roads offer shelter, but also good food - for his standards at least, so after he cleaned himself up at the showers and changed his clothes - two luxuries he had not had until arriving here, he left his room and headed for the dining hall to get some nourishment. When he arrived, he took a tray which soon had a small breakfast upon it. He didn't eat much anyway, so as long as he was getting what his body needed to keep going, then that was okay with him. He took his tray to the corner of a table with nobody around him - he felt awkward approaching people and, honestly, he didn't really want to anyway, he was fine as he was. Nevertheless, he considered the fact that he hadn't really made any friends since arriving and it might be an idea to have at least someone to talk to other than a shrink.
The last month or so had treat him well - after being homeless for some time, he found his way to Open Roads and settled in. Over the period of a few weeks, he became a resident of the shelter and had several chats with the therapist, clearly wanting to face his demons involving drugs, booze and his family issues. In whole, his life went from it's lowest point on to a steady climb back up, and that pleased him. Although he had not finished his education and he had no passion to continue it, he finally felt a spark of hope for the future that had been stamped out by his father and then shown to be almost impossible when he was without a place to stay, having a strand of belief that his dreams and aspirations could actually come around. One of the workers had given him their old guitar, which, like his bed, was old and poor in quality, but far better than anything else he could ask for. In his spare time he would sit outside and play, or maybe walk around for some fresh air. He'd not yet found time for friends.
Not only did Open Roads offer shelter, but also good food - for his standards at least, so after he cleaned himself up at the showers and changed his clothes - two luxuries he had not had until arriving here, he left his room and headed for the dining hall to get some nourishment. When he arrived, he took a tray which soon had a small breakfast upon it. He didn't eat much anyway, so as long as he was getting what his body needed to keep going, then that was okay with him. He took his tray to the corner of a table with nobody around him - he felt awkward approaching people and, honestly, he didn't really want to anyway, he was fine as he was. Nevertheless, he considered the fact that he hadn't really made any friends since arriving and it might be an idea to have at least someone to talk to other than a shrink.
That's me done for now. Might add something in later but that's the base at least.
Name
Ruben Batista
Age
17
Personality
When around those he is unfamiliar with, Ruben is reclusive, keeping to himself and barely paying attention to others. He is very laid-back in general but may become uncomfortable if he encounters dislikeable people. He doesn't care for strangers, which is what 99.9% of the population is comprised of. To his friends and others close to him, he is charismatic, loyal and open. Generally, he will treat strangers with respect and an open mind, though he can sometimes act rash and sometimes violent if challenged by someone that he has a distaste for, acting on impulse in situations that could get him in to trouble.
Background
Ruben's father was a surgeon, his mother an accountant, meaning his family was indeed quite wealthy, though, his parents were very strict and not at all loving, so although he had a top-class education ahead of him and a very adequate roof above his head, he perhaps did not have as good a childhood as that of a child in a social class below him. He was born in Barcelona, Spain, and spent his first few years there, though his family migrated to America before he could record any real memories of his fatherland.
He was always an intelligent child, his father saw it early on - to his father, all he was, was a legacy. His father wanted Ruben to one day be a surgeon, or a job in the same vein of respect, the little time he spent with his son was all just his attempt to mould him in to a clone to carry on the Batista name. Though Intelligence will only bring you so far in life, and Ruben lacked in attitude, meaning he struggled in school. This was not a major problem, however, until he reached his teen years.
Ruben began hanging around with what his father would deem "scum", people who spend more time listening to the radio, smoking recreational drugs and skipping class than focusing on their education. Ruben began to completely disregard his education and instead learned his love for music and his aspirations to one day play music for a living - this dream was immediately stamped on by his father, who forbid it.
Ruben continued to pursue this dream, and hung around with his friends until his father made a horrifying decision - to take Ruben from his school and to send him away to a boarding school, so that he could not have any contact with his friends or do the things he loved. After weeks of arguments, he reluctantly got on the bus to his new school, but after some thinking, he realised he despised his family and he got off the bus in the middle of nowhere with no plans to ever return and nowhere in particular to go.
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app on the way.
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