How about it's an online game discovered by our characters. They could have found it in a pop-up or heard about it from someone. They could be just discovering it or playing it when we start. Then they could have to go to school and find more people playing or whatever. I'll start tomorrow.
or if it'll be easier we can all start off with all of us meeting for the first time at a computer cafe'. We can say it was an arranged meeting we made because we're all friends online but we've never met eachother in person before. Then after we all meet up at the cafe' we go somewhere like a bowling alley to hangout and to party you know? Develope our characters somemore and right afterwards we all get kidnapped by the fox. sound good?
Appearance: Her thick dark red hair goes past her shoulders. She is 5'3" but seems taller because she is never without heels. Her pale skin never tans, only burns.
personality: She's an all around nice person yet is often moderately depressed because of the secrets she holds. She misses her old town in New York and has a tendency to make comments about how much better things are done in New York. She loves clothes and anything to do with fashion.
Social group:Popular
history: She has parents who love her and a little brother who annoys her. Lorey had a huge crush on a a boy in New York but he never acknowledged her. He was into drugs and alcohol. One evening at a party the two of them attended, he got drunk and raped her. After she told her parents, he was sent to jail, and she was sent to boarding school. Her parents thought it would be better for her to be away from town to hopefully escape the memories. Lauren didn't want to leave New York, she loves it, but hoped that leaving would help her get over the rape. So far it hasn't. No one at school knows about the rape.
personality: Sock is always the joker. He can get along with absolutely anyone. He loves to crack jokes and everyone enjoys being in his class, he makes the overall atmosphere less tense and more fun. Sock is an aspiring artist and he is currently recording his new album, Soul Amazing. Sock writes in his own time and he always carries around an auburn notebook in which he doodles and writes poetry in. In addition, Sock is very intelligent and he has photographic memory. Sock is albino. Sock has never allowed that affect him but it allows him to preceive race in a whole new different line of vision.
Social group: Popular
history: Sock may not seem like despondent type but apparently he is...Sock has been dealing with bouts of depression ever since he was 13. Sock is currently under medication (Prozac). Sock comes from a upper middle class family but his parents never seem to make time for him. Sock may have schizophrenia.
Other: up for love <3
Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson. You find the present tense and the past perfect.
**That all sounds good, except I'm not too sure about the idea of them all being kidnapped and hunted through a warehouse or whatever. Maybe it would be good to have that just to lay down the rules or something, like in the last one, but I think it'd be more interesting to have it taking place more or less within the school setting. If that made as much sense as I thought it did...**
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
Hmm that sounds pretty good to me, we can continue discussion in the DT (the same one from the old bunny kill storybook). I'll go ahead and get us started here, we'll all meet at the computer cafe.
Tally Gray
The sidewalk was cracked as I made my way down one of the towns main streets and it proved to be very difficult to navigate with my skateboard. I eventually gave up and walked with my board tucked under my arm.
I couldn't help but walk quickly, I was finally meeting a group of people from Mystery Club, an online game I was a part of. Most of them had even said they would be attending the same boarding school as me next week, which would be interesting. We were all meeting in a computer cafe near the school.
The cafe soon came into my view and I ran to the door. A sign was taped to the door:
Closed for a private party.
"Private party?" I wondered aloud. "I hope that's us."
I pushed the door open and found myself in a dimly lit room. I searched the wall for a lightswitch and flicked it on when I found it. The room became instantly bright and showed itself to be decorated in a very trendy manner with some computers scattered about.
"Look's like I'm the first one here." I said. I situated myself on a bright orange couch and pulled my laptop out of my bag. As it started up I glanced around the empty room. "I sure hope more people turn up soon."
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Yeah, I named the game Mystery Club as that is what we reffered to it before, but if someone has a better name we can use that.
The train sped past the girl who had just stepped outside of it, her black hair flew around making it impossible for her purple beanie to stay on. Alice sighed, she had run off from band practice, again, and her group wouldn't be too happy. Her phone was going crazy with texts, asking when she was going to return but this was going to be more important to her. Starting next week she wouldn't even see all of them, she had gotten accepted into a great boarding school where they hadn't. Band practice would be treated even more crucially.
Bleh
She looked down at her map and then to across the street, she looked left and right and skipped across laughing. She didn't care what others thought but composed back to her chill self back across the street. She noted the sign on the door to the cafe but ignored it. Finally she could meet her other group, a wide smile was across her face.
"Hi!" She smiled more.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
I wiped my hands o my pants and looked for the others. Surely they had to be here by now. Well, then again, I wouldn't even be here until my foster mother persuaded me otherwise.
I walked inside the cafe and saw two girls smiling shyly and just looking as if they were getting to know each other. It was so easy for them. To just open up and make freinds. I wished that was how it was for me.
The girl with the long brown hair was obviously a skater. I smiled. Well, I knew we had something in common, even if I'm not as good at it as I was when I skated every day. The other girl, beside her, had black hair and appeared to be more excited than the other.
I sighed and looked down. I wore my normal all black attire and combat boots. Nothing new. Nothing interesting. The girls still hadn't noticed me.
I walked up to the table, silent as always.
"I'm Chandler," I said softly. The two girls looked up a little surprised. I gave a small smile and dug one of my hands out of my pockets, extending it to whichever girl would shake it. I wasn't really a people person.
"I'm Alice," the brunette smiled. I nodded and looked to the other girl.
"Tally," she replied.
"I'm pleased to meet you both," I said, sitting in the chair opposite of them. It was awkward for me to be near people. I was just different.
"And we're it?" I asked, looking around. Tally nodded.
"Afraid so. Well, so far," she sighed. she may hope for more people, but I was already starting to get nervous. I sighed. It shouldn't be too bad. These girls seemed nice. I could deal with this.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Sock Sciacca
Sock quietly cursed under his breath. He sat there in silence, watching the second hand veer even more off course. He was late already… How? Oh, right, his nanny, Martha had taken his baby sister out to the park. His alarm clock had been broken since he was 7. His parents got Martha soon after that. He saw two little white pellets carefully laid out for him next to a glass of water. . Luke warm. One lifesaver. Robert Doisneau. Picture Perfect. Martha never makes mistakes. Sock swallowed the two pills and placed the lifesaver on his tongue. An euphoric wave of sugar attacked his taste buds creating an orgasm of sorts. Sock was pretty sure his pupils dilated. Sock stared into space contemplating the different arrangements Martha could’ve used. Cup. Pills. One lifesaver. Cup. One lifesaver. Pills… but instead it was cup, Pills, one lifesaver. This pleased him immensely for some reason. I wonder if she took courses for this…maybe a housekeeping psychology course… Mum and Dad had indeed gotten their money’s worth. Sock’s lethargic eyes sluggishly focussed onto a google maps printout his psychiatrist had given him. “I’m late and I’m still thinking about the academic prerequisites of housekeeping,” thought Sock. Disgusted, Sock made a mental note, “Ask Mom to hire a manservant to slap me silly.” Sock hastily threw on his nudies jeans and a light purple hoody and rushed toward the door. A white flicker of brilliance caught his eyes. Sock grinned.
Innet Cae? Most of the bright blue neon letters that had made up the words Rats Nest Internet Café had either been smashed or had burned out. Well at least the name is fitting… A hygienically confused man sat at the door way glaring menacingly at him. “Sir you gots a light on you?”, the stranger bellowed. I winced as he drew nearer to the entrance. The man had a rat crawling up his neck. The stranger felt my apparent uneasiness and smiled. “That’s, Algernon. He kept me company when I was locked up in the pen.” “The pen?.”, I questioned softly. “Yupers. Gots me e-man-ci-pated at 16. Look at me now . Gots to make a man jealous eh son? Your friends have been expecting you”, said the stranger. I stood there dazed and confused. Who was he? Was his name Charlie? What strand of ebonics had he been using? These thoughts were soon diffused by awkward laughter coming from three rooms to the left. Sounds like they’re saying hello. The door was slightly ajar. There was an artificially tattered poster on the taped to the door. Someone had obviously worked hard to make this meeting as ominous as possible. Ratman came to mind. I peered into the room, half expecting a room full of obese visually impaired adolescent males. So much for the sterotypes… In fact, a few familiar faces from school filled the little corner they’ve isolated themselves into. At least they looked similar to their counterparts in the mystery game we've been playing online. The overall atmosphere was dull, mundane and languid. It was time for them to experience the foul stench of fun that accommodated Sock wherever he went. 1.2.3.4 Sock removed Guy Fawkes mask he’d brought from home. 5! He killed the lights and forcefully stormed onto a table, sending a stack of CDs to fall on to the ground. The table was still shaking.
“ This most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Sock. Am I like a crazy person? I am quite sure you will say so. But to whom, might I ask, am I speaking with?” I stepped down from the table turned on the lights once again." recited Sock. He had said it absolutely perfect this time. A similar smile appeared behind the mask. It was almost a carbon copy.
I approached the group and slowly took off my mask. Releived. It was starting to get hot and sweaty. The three stood there shocked. Mouths draped with disbelief. Talle started laughing. The brunette quickly joined in filling the room with uneasy but heart warming rapturous laughter. Talle looked at me and gave me a bright smile. She had one of those smiles that could awaken the soul. An espresso with double caffeine. Size Talle. This wasn’t the first time I’d pulled this stunt on her. I couldn’t help but grin. Was she wearing perfume today…odd? The brunette looked dazed, deep in thought I suppose. I won’t bother her. Maybe it was the mascara. Cookies for Satan read the sticker. She did look like Lucifer’s treat, she had already derailed my train of thought with her big black eyes. They minded me of something much greater. Nostalgia…A sopping noise soon filled the room. A bright yellow puddle of water magically appeared on the white ceramic tiles, enveloping the CDs forming plastic square islands. Chandler didn’t look too pleased . Neither was the Ratman. Drip Drip. It was starting to invade the carpet. Drip Drip. A pungent smell filled the room. It didn’t smell like fun.
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Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson. You find the present tense and the past perfect.
"Peanut! Where are you going?" A few of Cassidy's fellow cheer leaders called to her after practice, waving their hands in the air. Cassidy spun around, smile playing upon her lips. They were still in their practice uniforms but Cassidy had already showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a Hollister shirt with converse. They were just so comfortable. Her blue eyes shined brightly even through her thick rimmed glasses.
"I've got to meet a few people!" She smiled widely and waved perkily before opening the door to her yellow mustang and slid in, cranking the car up. One of the cheerleaders ran over, a pout on her face.
"We were going to have a party tonight since school does start soon." The cheer leader smacked her gum and twirled a piece of bleach blond hair, making Cassidy laugh whimsically.
"I know, but I've been planning to meet with these guys for a while." The cheer leader pouted and stepped away from the revving vehicle.
"Okay, text me if you plan to come!" Cassidy nodded before yanking out of the school lot and speeding towards the store she was supposed to meet the others at. She locked her car doors before grabbing her purse and hurrying inside. She saw the others at once, and instantly felt almost unwelcome. None of them were dressed like Cassidy, or any of the other people she normally hung out with.
Nevertheless she danced over to the table they all sat around and smiled at them brightly.
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
I think you guys are getting Tally and Alice mixed up. Alice is the one who is a part of cookies for satan and is super smiley. Tally is the brunette skater.
Tally Gray
Alice laughed as the guy, Sock he had asked us to call him, sat down next to us. "You're crazy, Sock." she said.
"Hey, at least I got it right this time." he said.
"Hey there." a new girl smiled brightly and joined us. "I'm Cassidy."
The girl was decked out in brand names. A popular. It wasn't bad though, just different. Cliques tended to stay to themselves but I guess online games don't pay much attention to cliques.
"So is this everyone?" Cassidy asked. "I could have sworn we had more in on our plan to meet."
"Yeah, I don't think everyone is here yet." I said, pulling up the homepage of the Mystery Game. I checked my inbox. Yup, more people had said they would come when I invited everyone to meet.
"So you were the instigator of this meeting." Sock said as he watched over my shoulder as I navigated through my inbox on my laptop.
I nodded. "Yeah, I had thought it would be interesting."
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