PlantEater

The Island | Freeform & Relaxed

Interested

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Progress! :)
I'll wait for someone else to post before making another post as Theodore, however I'd be willing to try and get a collab post up with you, MST3K, if you want. Also, not having the caretaker here makes things a little awkward! I hope they show up soon!

The Walking Dead?

Has this been abandoned again, or did I miss the OOC?

RP Partner Search.~

I sent you a PM! :)

Oceans Above; Oceans Below

Interested in this a lot! I would love to play any role honestly, they all seem great!

EDIT: This Rolepaly is similar in some ways to George R.R Martin's Tuff Voyaging, and I would urge anyone interested in the idea of terra-forming planets to read it. Great piece of fiction!

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Wishy-Washy Wife CS

Appearance:


Name: Suzanne “Suzy” Collins

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Role: Wishy-Washy Wife

Likes: Social Gatherings/Parties, Trent, Painting, Drawing, Sculpting, Lying in bed, Indie Music, Flirting, Stating her mind, Playing musical instruments, Children, Travelling

Dislikes: Boring plain people, Suck-Ups, Mainstream Culture, Arrogance, Serious Discussions

Personality: Suzanne has been described as the polar opposite of her husband, Trent. Bubbly and outgoing, Suzanne is never afraid to state her mind. She can be quite childish at times, preferring to make jokes and play games than talk seriously, and hates prudish people. Furthermore, Suzanne loves to attend parties and is rather charismatic; she makes friends in a wide range of social circles. Suzanne is also quite and spontaneous, and can act rashly at times without thinking about the consequences of her decisions. She can be stubborn at times, and fiercely determined. Although she cares for Trent, ever since the engagement she has wondered what it would be like to be with someone else a bit wilder and less sensible. Trent is a great guy, but she isn't sure if she wants to spend the rest of her life with someone so normal.

Relationships: Has a pet lizard called Iggy, and is engaged to Trent Parker. Their relationship is something she would prefer not to talk about.

Biography: Suzanne was always considered a “wild child” in her youth. Much like Trent she came from an upper-class background of wealthy parents, who were well respected in the community. From a young age Suzanne was educated privately by tutors, being taught in a traditional manner. She to play a variety of instruments, and over time her appreciation for the arts grew. Her skills as an artist were apparent, and her parents encouraged her talent. Unfortunately, she grew disillusioned with her family and their stuffy mannerisms and began to act out. She started sneaking out at night, and going to clubs. Drinking and drugs became a regular part of her lifestyle, and she began to get into fights more and more with her family. The final straw came when Suzanne was arrested for drink-driving and her picture was printed in the paper; her parents had had enough and shipped Suzanne off to a distant cousin in New Orleans.

In New Orleans, Suzanne was enrolled in the Rising Sun Reformatory School, in the hopes that it would help straighten her out a bit. It did the exact opposite. Being in a classroom allowed Suzanne more freedom than she ever had under her old tutors, and she acted out even more. She loved to make fun of the other children, and encouraged them all to join in with her bullying; Jack was a favourite target. The only friends she had were those who sucked up to her for fear of being her next target, but Suzanne honestly didn't care what the other children thought of her. As time progressed and she learned more about her classmates, she became infatuated with a boy called Trent. Although he was the opposite of Suzanne, she empathised with his background, as she also had parents who cared little for her. Eventually she told him of her feelings, and the two became rather close. Their relationship was cut short in the final years of school, when Suzanne was expelled for missing the majority of lessons; she was out partying when she should have been studying. She spent the next few years selling her own original art pieces, and busking, to survive. She made just enough money to survive, and was headed to disaster, when Trent got back in touch. He told her of how he had been accepted to University to study photo-journalism, and Suzanne couldn't help but feel regretful of her decision to abandon education. She decided to make a change and attend community college, to at least get some form of education. Throughout her period of studying for an Art History degree she kept in touch with Trent and encouraged him to pursue his passions. She followed her own dream of becoming an artist, and was lucky enough to have one of her pieces feature in a well-known art gallery. From there, demand shot up for her original pieces, and she found herself able to make a living from her artwork.

Suzanne began dating Trent, and after a time they got engaged. Trent had a calming influence on Suzanne, although some remnants of her teenage rebellion still remain; her personality has not changed that much, and she still likes to party, even if those parties are much more formal now. She is only attending the reunion as Trent forced her to go. She would rather not go back to the place at all.

Other Notes: A former alcoholic, Suzanne has tattoos on the back of her neck, and her left leg. Suzanne also changes hair colour frequently, dying it at random intervals.

I hope this is acceptable for everyone, and fits with my MST3Ks story, any issues let me know!

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MissCapnCrunch said
I already opened the door and invited everyone in who was on the steps in
xD Not sure how much more I can get you inside unless I pick you up and bring you in myself! ;)

Though if you prefer me to make another post adding Theo in- I sure can!

Feel free to double up and play the wife if you so choose- haven't had any other takers.

By moving us inside I meant character control us a little and just have us all physically enter the house. Just have us follow Mrs. Deville in or something? None of those on the steps can really do much, as they don't have much to write about, and they don't know how the house looks inside. Our posts would be really short, just having us walk in and not much more.

I'll start working on that CS now then!

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MST3K 4ever said
I'm waiting to see who my spouse is so that we can collaborate a bit before I post.

I could double up and play the character, if nobody else minds, just to get us moving. I also think someone needs to move us all inside in their post. Perhaps you Crunch?

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Theodore has arrived. I hope we can get this moving again, it is a little awkward with us all just standing on the steps :)

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As Theodore brought the car to a stop, the crisp voice of the GPS cut across his classical music, announcing his arrival. Gradually the monotonous hum of the engine died, and Theodore looked out the tinted glass window at his old school. It had been years since he had seen the place, and although he had considered visiting several times over the last few years, he had somehow never got around to it. He couldn't help but smile as he looked the place over. Some things never change. The school was exactly as he remembered it, a shining bastion of knowledge in an ignorant world, and Theodore's home away from home. He had spent more hours in the schoolhouse than he cared to admit, happily chatting away to his old teacher, Ms. Deville. An image of the kindly old woman flashed across Theodore's mind, and his smile faded to a frown. The letter had said she was dying, and Theodore realised this may be the last time he would ever speak to the woman. If only I had visited sooner. He doubted any of his former classmates had even thought of the woman in years, and thought it even less likely that any one of them would come and visit her in her last hours. They always had been more concerned with popularity rather than an education; that was their loss and Theodore's gain.

Suddenly, Theodore was pulled from his thoughts by an almost demonic sounding vehicle that looked as though it had just been salvaged from a junk-yard. As he watched, a freckle-faced woman hurried up the steps to the grand house and stood beside another man. Eugene and Scott. Rising from the car, Theodore hoisted his satchel over his shoulder and grabbed some binders from the passenger side seat. He had brought a few bare necessities, but most of the belongings he carried were work-related; he had several long hours of research to do over the weekend. As he strode toward the house, he adjusted his dark green jumper which he wore over a plain white shirt, and straightened his tie. He was certain that in combination with h glasses, he looked a bigger geek that ever, but for Theodore this was the closest to casual wear he could get, having spent most of his career in suits and ties. Ascending the worn steps, Theodore noted the peeling paintwork on the house, and the weeds that sprouted in the cracks. Up close the old building was certainly less impressive, he had to admit. But still, the fond memories he had of the place trumped any exterior appearance.

Reaching the summit of his ascent, Theodore arrived just as Ms. Deville finished her introduction. He was a little surprised at how ancient the once sprightly teacher looked, but he supposed she had aged just as badly as the building had. Stopping curtly beside his two classmates he gave a quick nod to both in recognition, and extended his hand to the frail creature before him, balancing his binders in the one hand he had free.

“Ms. Deville, a pleasure to see you again after all these years. It's Theodore Smith. I came as soon as I got your letter. Please may we come in?”