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Echoes Of The Forgotten

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Lights, Camera, Action!

We could compromise. A highly-anticipated action movie with male and female co-leads and a comedy element (I see a lot of comedy in recent action-oriented movies).

As for relationships, I think given that they're both from England and work in similar departments, Phoebe and Leo would have crossed paths at least once before.

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

Under Deep OOC (6 players only, first come first serve)

With Castan's last letter clutched to her chest, Aveline lay asleep in her room. She dreamed of the days when she ran with her brothers through the streets of Helmfirth, chasing a thief or a runaway cart. Castan pressed himself against a wall and she leapt onto a rooftop with his help. Together with their elder brothers they retrieved the stolen jewels and apprehended the thief. In her dreams she made a vow, she prayed to whatever lurked beneath Valuun Keep; let my brother live.

She was awake and devouring a quick breakfast when the fire erupted, and stood to help put it out when a small group of workers took to it in quick time. She remained standing until the commotion evaporated and calm returned to the inn. Returning to her seat and her meal, Aveline watched the room begin to fill with the adventurers from the night before. The typical sorts, and the suspicious few – that girl in the coin skirt especially – and then the odd gifted fellow. Each had their skills, she was sure, but she still considered the possibility that each could keep her from finding her brother.

“Quiet... quiet everyone... I've something to say.”

Aveline leaned back in her chair, resting a forearm on the pommel of her sword, to listen to the large northerner. Everything he said more or less amounted to what she already heard. Dark forces, evil... if no one could tell her anything different, it must have some truth to it. The speech and the fire, which she took as a bad omen, diminished her usual cheer. She watched the man stride out of the inn and the group of people who accumulated in his wake to discuss his speech.

They all seemed to agree to needing each other's skills and protection. When a few declared their intentions – the old man vehemently disagreeing with the northerner – and left for the keep, she stood up. She picked her cloak off the back of her chair and strode to the group, “I too would like the company,” Aveline stated simply. “Shouldn't we get going?”

She looked each of them over, offering a cheerless smile to the group as a whole, then left the inn in favour of the stables. Bella awaited, a handful of hay between her teeth. Aveline saddled the horse and rode out to the front of the inn. There, she waited a short while for the rest of the party to finish their preparations, before starting for the keep.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Keep moving.

You have to keep moving.

They had been running since they escaped the city's boundaries. Like their hometown it was overrun with the infected. They had barely been able to scavenge enough food to last them the day before Chris had to slam the baton into an infected face. Her own now sported the dried blood spatter, like red freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her button-down took the most of it, adding to the dirt already there. Tony appeared in a similar state, the poor man.

“Don't stop 'til you're safe, love,” her granddad's voice reverberated through her thoughts. Keep moving. You have to keep moving.

She was used to the woods and running fast to escape something. That was usually the cops, or a fire, though, not the walking dead. It was impossible to keep quiet running through the woods as they were, but with gunshots sounding nearby they didn't much care, so long as they weren't eaten. Tony was different, he used to spend so much time indoors that suddenly having to adapt in the recent circumstances was difficult for him.

They ran until the gunshots faded away, then slowed. Walking quietly through the undergrowth, their chests ached from the adrenaline still igniting their blood. Chris carried her grandfather's rifle on her back, the stolen police baton extended in her hand.

Beside her – for she was afraid to let him out of her sight – Tony grasped his crowbar. “We need to get out of the woods,” he whispered, stating the obvious. Chris nodded. “I think this is a nature reserve,” he said. “There's a town on the other side.”

“How do you know that?”

“...Google maps.”

You might as well have a chip in your brain, she thought. The shit you remember. “All right. Keep moving.” She knew she didn't have to say it, but hearing it aloud could be comforting. Though he never said it, Tony found a great deal of comfort and reassurance in his best friend's determination. The way the world was turning, they needed every bit of comfort they could get.

Echoes Of The Forgotten

Connie stumbled about her holding cell, tripping over her own feet, and picking up and inspecting each piece of equipment she could as the voice carried over the PA system. There were other cells. Other cells containing what? She tapped a test tube against the temple and rattled off numbers on her hand. There had to be something in her bank of knowledge to help her. More cells, she thought, more cells, more cells... they don't keep different experiments in the same space, so... more cells, more people. Questions avalanched to the forefront of her mind, changing and shifting with each discovery, and more screamed for attention as time passed.

She tried to think logically. The last thing she remembered was coming home, going to the basement and feeding the snakes, the rats, the tortoise... had she fed the spider? What did she do after that? Her memory went blank and picked up at different times, great spots of it missing. I was drugged. Waking up in the cell minutes earlier still had her heart straining in her chest, her hands shaking and blood cold. The tattoo spreading from the base of her neck down to her arms, always visible, and the presence of scar tissue elongated the panic.

Collecting her discoveries, she reiterated, we were drugged, taken, experimented on and held here. But the questions continued to beat at her brain. A headache began to form. She turned her attention on the present; where was she now?

The cell looked nothing like she had ever seen before, the equipment only vaguely recognisable. That could be because of her current memory malfunction, or something else. The facility couldn't be run by any institution she was aware of. There was a powerful intercom system, the door was mechanically operated, and signs of human life besides herself were nil. She considered the possibility of a recent evacuation and felt her heart beat impossibly faster. What hazard had spiked an evacuation here?

Finally, Connie approached the door. She was caught between two courses of action; stay and become trapped, possibly drugged again, or disobey the voice and try to get out. The decisions came down to what she was more afraid of, and she decided staying wasn't an option.

Squeezing as much of her body through the gap in the door as possible, Connie shifted and pushed until the gap allowed her to slip through. Focused on getting out, she didn't account for the ease with which she opened the jammed door. She caught sight of a flickering screen on the door – the brightness of it like an icicle to her optical nerve – and froze.

CONSTANCE BAXTER
ADMITTED: APRIL 10th 2015
CURRENT DATE: JANUARY 16th 2025

...Ten years? That's not possible. Being drugged for that long...

Jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of footsteps and a voice, Connie whirled around and faced the dim light of the corridor. She didn't know whether to walk towards the voice or away from it, but the footsteps seemed to be coming from the opposite direction. Whichever way she went, something would find her. Out of fear and scientific curiosity, she pressed herself against the wall beside her door and waited.

Lights, Camera, Action!

In regards to plot, I think we should produce an action movie. Maybe it's the first in a potential series of action movies with high hopes, and the producers have their fingers crossed for a huge success, there's a lot betting on this movie.

Stunt man has a huge role, our lovely cantankerous supporting actor looks like he would fit in perfectly, location manager will have lots to do, prop master gets to have so much fun, make up artists slap some bruises and cuts onto actors, costume designer has the opportunity to make the actors look fabulous as they kick ass, and there's a whole load of pressure on the script supervisor to help make this movie the big success its producers are hoping for.

How about it?

Lights, Camera, Action!

Edited my last post to include my CS.

Infection, World's End [Closed]

Name: Christina Miller.
Nickname: Chris.
Age: 24.

Personality: Though born and raised with a good heart and half-decent moral compass, Chris has a natural rebellious tendency. She's inclined to break the rules, cause trouble, and amuses herself by being an A-grade pain in the ass. Snarky, wise-cracking, backhanded compliments: they're her specialities. She's not the smartest person around, but she sure as hell isn't stupid either; she's rebellious, not irrational or impulsive. She'll deal with problems logically. Despite being the number one cause in brain aneurysms for her neighbourhood, Chris gives a damn about people. She's independent and values her own space, and follows her personal (highly flexible) code of conduct loosely shaped around the concept of right and wrong. Give her some time and she'll come around to you and your way of thinking, but first impressions are very important to her.

Appearance:

Chris

Occupation Before Outbreak: Firefighter.

Weapons: Collapsible police baton (thank you, corpse) and an AK-47.
Other Supplies: Water bottles (500ml x 2), hand-held radio (no batteries), cell phone, duct tape, crackers and one extra magazine of ammo. All kept in a backpack.

History: Chris never got along with her parents. During her childhood she was described as a sweet and innocent little angel, and her parents sure held her to that as she grew up. In her teenage years rebellion seemed like a delicious idea. She committed a few minor crimes and charmed her way into a mere warning or simple community service. Breaking the rules quickly became her favourite thing to do.

Tony's parents were friends with hers, which meant they met while still very young and long before Chris' rebellious “stage”. Noticing the pressure Tony's parents were putting on him to be the family success, she encouraged him to break away and do his own thing. When his family disinherited him, Chris had his back. They were one another's only true fiend, and they looked out for each other. Though neither would admit it aloud, they considered themselves siblings.

Frequently kicked out of home, she spent a lot of time with her grandfather. The man was paranoid and often spouted off conspiracy theories or some-such. He kept a rifle in his room, which just so happened to go missing every once in a while, around about the same time Chris would disappear with her friends overnight. Grandpa never seemed to notice.

Approaching adulthood, her rebelliousness started to calm down. While she did the odd job for a bit of cash, Tony went to college on a partial scholarship. Grandpa never asked for rent, so she helped Tony make up loose ends. In return, he pushed her to find her calling. After a bout of trial and error, Chris eventually found her place in public service.

When the outbreak hit, she was off-duty and Tony was studying at home. Unwilling to abandon her grandfather, the pair lagged behind during the preliminary evacuations. Her grandfather lasted less than a day. Chris and Tony just barely escaped their district before it became overrun. Though they teamed up with survivors in the past, they are alone now. They always stick together.

Personal Goals Relating To Outbreak: Keep Tony alive. Secure a safe zone.

Anything Else: She's a closeted homosexual.

*~*~*~*

Name: Anthony Harper.
Nickname: Tony.
Age: 23.

Personality: It's true that Tony is a generally quiet, patient and introverted kind of guy, but just like everybody else, he has a temper. He's just really good at hiding it. Tony doesn't like to shout or argue, and prior to the outbreak avoided any kind of confrontation. However, he grew up idolising people who freely acted out and as such has developed a desire to do so from time to time as well. For the most part, Tony just wants to be happy and comfortable, but piss him off and he'll let loose years of buried rage. He places a lot of guilt and shame on himself, even when there's no need for it, so after he does lose control he quickly retreats. He has a tendency to care about people very quickly, and unknowingly mimics the behaviour of people he admires or finds interesting (for example, Christina's jokes). He succumbs to peer pressure and has not the will to do anything alone; he enjoys partnerships and being in groups.

Appearance:

Tony

Occupation Before Outbreak: Computer Technician.

Weapons: A crowbar and a revolver.
Other Supplies: About 24 bullets, a loaf of bread, rechargeable stun gun (in need of electricity), cloth strips, dwindling pain medication, small pieces of broken electronics. All kept in a backpack.

History: Anthony was the oldest of two sons and the heir to a large fortune. He grew up learning how to run a business from his father, but never desired to carry on his father's legacy. But all Tony wanted to do was build computers and play with hardware. As a child and a teenager he admired his best friend, Chris, for her extroverted personality and overall attitude. He spent his high school years doing everything that was expected of him, save the occasional rebellious act – roped in by Chris – which he kept carefully hidden from his parents.

His first college application had him headed in the same direction, but as his desire to do something independent with his life grew stronger and the pressure to do as he was told weighed in, Chris convinced him to live his own life. When he told his parents he was not going to do what they wanted for him, they disinherited him. His younger brother was more than glad to take his place, and Tony re-applied for college with his own aspirations in mind.

Living with his best friend and doing what he wanted, even though money and guaranteed success was a distant memory, was Tony's idea of a dream life. Chris was to thank for it, having given him the guts to speak up, so he returned the favour. He helped her find the purpose in her own life, or at least seek a career she would enjoy. He was never happier than he was with Chris, her grandfather and their basement of computer parts.

After the outbreak and Grandpa Miller's infection, Tony shot and killed him to save Chris from having to do so. Despite doing it with everyone's best interests in mind, Tony still feels incredibly guilty about it.

Personal Goals Relating To Outbreak: Keep Chris alive. Restore communications.

My writing sample.

Lights, Camera, Action!

Name:

Phoebe J. Collins.

Gender:

Female.

Age:

27 years old.

Position:

Property Master, responsible for purchasing, acquiring and/or manufacturing any props needed for a production, therefore instructs and manages the prop designers and works in collaboration with set and costume designers.

Appearance:

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Phoebe is a short woman, no taller than five foot five, but keeps herself lean and fit with daily jogs and sprinting around set. She has long blonde hair, naturally curly, which she usually ties up when at work. Paranoia about her dental care has resulted in a straight set of teeth, which she flashes often when she smiles. Freckles dance across her nose, cheeks and shoulders. Her wardrobe is always fairly simple: jeans or combat trousers, running shoes, tee shirts, hooded sweatshirts and a headset.

Personality:

At work she's a very hands-on prop master. She likes to take an active role in the creation of props, rather than simply managing them, and frequently collaborates with many of the other crew members. She adores her job, as it satisfies many of her childhood fantasies. She's quite playful, physical and easy-going, which sometimes leads to cutting it quick with deadlines, and people to view her as entirely too youthful. It can be amusing for anyone watching to see Phoebe sprint from one end of the set to the other with an armful of prop swords and only 60 sections to shooting time. She makes a lot of friends while she's working and usually brings back her favourites to work with her on other projects.

Phoebe struggles when taking criticism, and relies on social approval to keep her bounciness intact, so she avoids boisterous actors and directors unless she absolutely must share space with them. Fully aware that many people don't appreciate her attitude, she forces herself to tone it down when those sorts of people are around. Again, for their approval. She's also terrible at keeping secrets, which has led to on-set drama in the past. She's prone to daydreaming and can be very forgetful, and when she's on a deadline she gets impatient and even more fidgety.

History:

With a very busy set of parents and a slew of disinterested babysitters, England-born Phoebe was sat in front of the television for a vast majority of her childhood. When she wasn't wasn't TV shows or movies, she was re-enacting her favourites with sticks for swords and a bath towel as a cape, or a banana for a handgun and a crayon doodle for an FBI badge. As soon as she was old enough to go by herself, she went to the cinema every week. She became an expert at sneaking into theatres to watch movies over her age certificate. Her pocket money disappeared into the cash registers of costume and prop stores.

In school she focused heavily on media and film making, discovering an entirely new aspect of films that she loved just as much as watching them; the production. She left school after her exams and went straight to work on television sets as a prop maker. It was her dream job, and though she started right at the bottom, working under master designers as a paid intern, she loved every moment of it. She worked on action sets, murder mysteries, fantasies, science fiction and the regular drama. Slowly but surely she worked her way up. Eventually, after years of work, she became the prop master of a highly revered British television series and took on interns of her own. After the series ended with top reviews, Phoebe set her sights on America.

With multiple television series and a few films under her belt, she packed up and moved to Hollywood. Immediately overjoyed to be working with the best, Phoebe fell right into place on set; she quickly made new friends and connections everywhere possible. She worked on three films, one still in post-production, before signing up to work on [RP Movie].

Miscellaneous:

• Nicknames include Pheebs, PB&J, Collins, etc.


• Middle name is Joanne.


• She still has her English accent, though sometimes she slips into American.

Relationships

Relationships and Character Connections:

Maximillian Harrison - Ezekial Wolffe

As a stunt man, Max will often have to work with props, which means he's crossed paths with Phoebe more than once in his career. Of course, Max dwarfs Phoebe, so she was never quite sure if he noticed who was handing up props before each take. Still, his optimism and cheerful outlook on life and work never failed to make her smile. She thoroughly enjoys having Max on set. Now if she could just work up the courage to introduce herself properly, she might find a friend in him.

Harris Klein – Polyphemus

The first time Phoebe met Harris Klein she felt extremely small. Here was this big, experienced actor, well known for his keen eye, attitude and alcoholism, facing off against her tiny self. At the time, she was still just a prop designer. The way in which Klein could pick out the slightest error in continuity had Phoebe's nerves doing a number on her heart. She was twice as meticulous in her design and planning during that project, which may have helped her gain the promotion. Over time, though, she recognised his desire to make the best film possible, and so she grew less wary of him.

Jake Wilson – World Traveller

For the majority of their experiences working together, Phoebe and Jake got along brilliantly. She found a kindred spirit in his dedication to his work and adored his passion for travel. Then the colonial South America incident occurred. Stressed to her wit's end and furious that her work would be criticised by someone whose opinion on the subject wasn't required, she flew head-first into an argument with him. She may have spouted such insults as “Pretty Boy Rick Steves”, and instantly regretted it. Pride maintained her solidarity until the next morning, when the pair reconciled. She hasn't spoken to or worked with him since that project a year or so ago, not out of spite, but simply because the two are always busy.

Leo P N B Xavier - Tenebrous Gaze

Costume designers and prop masters so commonly collaborate that a meeting between Leo and Phoebe was inevitable. As Jake worked in tandem with Leo so often as well, the three of them found themselves on film sets together a few times. All three being immensely passionate about their jobs, they were fast friends. It helped that Leo was a friendly guy unafraid of a few jokes, and born in England, too. She made an effort to try and discover his middle names, but could never get close. Phoebe genuinely loved working together with Leo and Jake, and would be overjoyed to work with them once more.

Max Goldstein – tanderbolt

Another cheerful man easy to befriend. As such, Phoebe instantly likened to Max Goldstein when they worked together once before. She admired that he was able to command a room without being an arse about it. He was easy to talk to, as well, and that meant they could share wonderful conversations about prop design and continuity and she wouldn't get weird looks for being enthusiastic about it. Phoebe prefers businessmen like Goldstein over the rest.

Addison Matthews – spooner

Phoebe has never worked with Addison before, nor is she aware who exactly Addison Matthews is. Sure, she's heard the name... and promptly forgotten. But, ever the one to make friends with as many people on set as possible, Phoebe will happily approach Addison and introduce herself. That is, if she doesn't remember how often she's already interacted with Addison and run away in shame.

Amy Ho – Fabricant451

Amy's thorough way of going about her job makes Phoebe stand up straight even when she isn't around for inspection. While she admires Amy's deep involvement with almost everything to do with making a film, Phoebe feels the need to impress and succeed far more with people like Amy Ho and Harris Klein than anyone else. When they're around, Phoebe does her best work and can get quite easily stressed. However, the reward is always worth it and she has people like Amy Ho to thank for it. Therefore she respects Amy and strives to help her make the best film possible.

Luke Clemens – Mizuho

Like so many others, Phoebe is well aware of Luke's history in the spotlight. Still, they've never worked together. She usually doesn't invest in the headlining stories of Hollywood, but she's heard Luke's name brought up in conversation a lot more recently, and finds herself intrigued at his comeback. As long as he lets her do her thing, she doesn't much care that he's a bit young for a director.

Peter Zolner – Sixsmith

Phoebe has worked on maybe one or two projects with Peter's name on it. Beyond that, there isn't much connecting the two besides a screen. Sure, she's seen his films and TV shows. The man's an award-winning actor, of course she knows his work. But Phoebe isn't a fan of acting as much as she's a fan of the production staff. Their working relationship goes like this: Peter does his job and does it well, and Phoebe does hers and does it well, which means they've never needed to interact much at all. If they did, it was through production assistants. Of course, she makes herself known on set just by being the energetic woman she is, so it's not surprising that Peter knows who she is as much as she knows him.

Leila Fox - Mizuho

There's something oddly calming about Leila. Where fast-talking Phoebe is always in a hurry, Leila's quiet, collected and observant. They met when Leila was an extra, and being in Leila's presence forced Phoebe to slow down and take a breath, and that always felt kind of... weird. But nice, too. She hasn't had many long conversations with the model turned actress, yet there's an energy there too, and something about her when she's feeling passionate and acting that has Phoebe intrigued. She decided she likes this girl, and would love to be friends... if only she didn't think Leila preferred to be alone.

Brett Arlington - Fabricant451

Another person who dwarfs Phoebe. Soon, she'll get an inferiority complex. Phoebe doesn't pay attention to tabloids and magazines, but if she did, she'd have a few words to say about the way they regard Brett. It would likely go down something like this: "Are they saying she isn't beautiful? Can't they just leave people alone? Virgil-- where are you? Aha! Virgil, hold my glue gun! I'll show them." What with Phoebe's own struggle to keep to deadlines and her forgetfulness, she hasn't really noticed Brett's tardiness. She likes that Brett is nice to the crew, and thinks doing her own minor stunts is cool.

Virgil Siegfried Holst - Sixsmith

There wasn't a redder face in the world than Phoebe's during Virgil's Oscar speech. She doesn't believe she contributed to his success at all, and will turn a dark shade of red and vehemently deny everything if it's brought up. Her agent called the following day with numerous offers from big shot production companies. Though she was glad for the work, she made sure to punch Virgil in the arm for embarrassing her. Still, she adores him. He matches her well and considers her outside of her role as prop master. She would say he's one of her best friends, for there's no one she more enjoys spending time with, and also one of the biggest reasons she forgets deadlines. She's defensive of him around people who might misinterpret his character. Phoebe knows exactly the funny quip he needs, but will never tell him. That way, she feels like she can one-up him for being so much bigger than her.

Ella Lindgren - Konica

Though she's not as intimidating as Amy or Harris, and definitely not in the same way, Ella still manages to make Phoebe stand up straight and shut her mouth. She's heard rumors about the occasional outburst and the times Ella's walked out on people who can't keep up with her. But because Ella doesn't have the same looming scariness about her as some of the others, Phoebe sometimes completely forgets she's even on set. This leads to her being her usual, spirited self, until she spots Ella and freezes. Phoebe doesn't think Ella approves of her, nor would she ever want to be friends, but Phoebe will treat her with respect and kindliness until she's told to get lost. She'd be devastated if she knew that Ella didn't regard her as mature enough.

Nicholas Lyons - Sheffield

Oh, Nicholas is nice to be around. They haven't spoken much, beyond the odd interaction just long enough to get Phoebe to remember who he is. She's equal parts perplexed and comforted by how incredibly normal he is. Sometimes she misses that. Don't get her wrong, she loves her job and loves where she lives, but Nicholas serves as a reminder that the rest of the world isn't like Hollywood.