Being You (accepting)

Being You

Have you ever wanted a chance to play yourself in a storybook? Connect with a character you could really give meaning too? Here's your chance:

You wake up in a room with eight other people. On the floor, one of you finds a note that says you are all somewhere in the middle of a two hundred mile forest. The house is being watched. There's no food.

And you're locked in.


Plot twists:

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Someone gets the door open.
Another person goes missing.
A note is found saying one of you must die before the others can be rescued.

Character Profile:

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Name: (this can be fake)
Age: (within a year of your real age)
Gender:
Appearance: (a picture that looks similar to you, don't use an actual picture of you/ and description)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Skills:
Up For Love:
Other:

Rules:
*Don't have short posts, I want every post to be at least 250 words.
* Since the point of this storybook is to have real characters, don't make up stuff about yourself (besides name + age)
*No excessive swearing.
*No sex scenes, though romance is allowed.
*Have fun!

Good luck.

May I join?
If you permit, I'll use this as my profile panel. <3
Also, what about 'We'll kill for justice'?
May I post in it?

I'll join! I'll put up my post ASAP! Thank you so much! This is a great idea!

Name: Charlotte Noble

Age: 17

Gender: girl

Appearance:

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Charlotte (or I) has blondish-brown hair with blue eyes. (It's a little bit shorter than the girl in this picture). She's also skinny, but not in the athletic kind of way, and about 5 and a half feet tall.

Personality: (This is what I think of myself, I'm not sure if this is what other people see.) She's slightly a hot head and hates to be wrong. She'll accept defeat, but only if she's calm; if you're arguing with her, she'll argue till you back down. Charlotte will judge you the minute you speak (she doesn't base her judgements on your looks, just by your actions) but she wont let you know what she thinks of you. She feels like she has to act tough. And she isn't afraid of anything; if you say something she may be afraid of, she prove that she isn't (ex. if you say she's afraid of spiders, she'll go pick one up to prove she isn't). She's quiet around other people, not because she's shy, but because she likes to observe. She notices the little details. She's a goofball when you get to know her. And mostly, she's a dreamer.

Likes: Well, obviously, she loves writing! Charlotte also loves being with the people she loves. She likes sitting and just talking about deep concepts. She likes being teased to a certain point. She loves to be scared and absolutely loves to do pretty much anything dangerous.

Dislikes: She dislikes girls that are "innocent". She wants them to grow a back bone and stand up for themselves. (However, she won't let them know she doesn't like them and there have been exceptions). She dislikes being told what to do.

Skills: Uh... well... she's very good at getting people mad. Haha. She's very pain tolerant. And she's comforting; a very good shoulder to cry on.

Up For Love: Heck yea! Straight.

Other: (And yes, Icebender28 is my legit sister.)

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I hope this is ok. If there's anything that needs to be changed, let me know.

Name: Olive *Oli* Tripp

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance: Oli is about 5'3" tall. She has ice blue eyes and auburn curls that fall to the middle of her back.

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Personality: She's normally quiet when she's around people she doesn't know, but she most definitely isn't afraid to speak her mind when asked, no matter how rude it might be. Oli isn't mean, but she's not the sweetest girl in the world. When she's around a guy she thinks is hot, she's normally quiet and when she's not, she babbles. She never gets like that with girls, though. Oli doesn't think she's the prettiest, but if you call her ugly, she'll be the first to point out your flaws as well.

Likes: Oli likes to be able to listen to music when it gets too quiet, and will often hum if there's no music.

Dislikes: She hates silence, it drives her crazy. Oli also hates it when people stare at her because she gets self conscience and she blushes (she hates blushing.)

Skills: Oli isn't afraid to fight someone, it's a skill she learned when she was young.

Up For Love: Of course! She's bi.

Other: She has her nickname tattooed on her right hip.

Name: Kim Emma Redwood

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: I/she is 5'7", thin but strong, has a thin build. Doesn't wear a lot of makeup. Greenish grey eyes.

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Personality: She has a few layers. On the outside, she's confident (if not a little arrogant) outgoing, tough, a tomboy, and easy to be around. Her second layer is where the pain from her history comes in, and you see a darker side to her. This is where you see the true deph of her intelligence, with a high IQ, but flaws to go along with it. Her third layer is the true core of her personality, seen only by her closest friends, which shows her innocent insecurity and desire to experience love from both her family and friends. Her core is also ambitious, but afriad of getting hurt.

Likes: Sharpshooting, writing, singing, riddles, making jokes, popcorn, surprises, music.

Dislikes: People who are stupid and proud of it, purposely anti-social people, when her parents get in the way, missing oppotunities, tattoos, selfish people.

Skills: Sharpshooting, figuring things out, fixing things, making plans, building things, leading group of people.

Up For Love: Sure, but she's bi.

Other: She has OCD about a few things, and tends to obsess over small tasks. She also has ADD.

Two more people, then we can start.

Alright! This sounds awesome!!

Name: Amanda Noble (yes, I am Charlotte's sister, and she's agreed! Love ya Vuzzycat!)

Age: 14 (and a half!!)

Gender: Girl

Appearance: She's (or I am) about five feet six inches with darker brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her hair is just short enough that she can never get it behind one ear, so it's always falling in her right eye. Oh, and she's half-blind in her right eye, so she's supposed to wear glasses, but they bother her.

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Personality: She tries to find the best in people, even in herself, which makes her a little high in herself sometimes. Her goal in life is to be remembered well, so she isn't afraid to speak out, if she doesn't know you. When you do know her, then she gets quiet. She's like her sister in that way; not being quiet because she's shy, but because she likes to listen and observe.
Her and Charlotte are best friends as well as sisters. They do everything together (usually whatever Charlotte wants) and Amanda will do anything and everything for Charlotte.
But she isn't completely a goody-two-shoes. If you insult her or anybody she knows, she will fight you to the ends of the earth until you take it back and apologize on your knees. Unless your kidding. Then she'll laugh and give you a fist pump. She also doesn't take crying well. Honestly, she doesn't understand it, and thinks it's stupid, especially while she's doing it, and will avoid it at all costs.Because of this, she's accidentally made it a habit of being just as tough and hot-headed as her sister.

Likes: Red, flowers, black, being in charge, her sister, feeling loved, acting crazy, being the center of attention, and junk food. ALL junk food. Especially fries and ice cream. Oh, and she loves adrenaline rushes! (They give her that extra attention boost and guys love girls that aren't freaked out by danger! )

Dislikes: Not being noticed, bugs, being helpless, being alone, fruit, and having people do things for her. She hates that above all else.

Skills: Amanda's creative, can stay calm in tough situations, can handle almost all weapons, knows how to start a fire and other survival skills, and can cook.

Up for love: Heck yes! if, you know, the right guy comes and Charlotte approves.

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Since I've never really done a storybook before maybe this is a good place to start? looks fun.

Name: Ryn Dougherty

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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http://cool-hair.com/pixie-cut-hairstyles-2012-pictures/

(Scroll down, first picture. Sorry about that.) About five feet tall, kinda curvy. Her eyes "change color": sometimes they are green, sometimes blue, or gray. She never wears make up. She hates her hair long and will chop it off if need be.
When she's nervous or thinking really hard, she tugs her hair.

Personality: Ryn is a loner, and doesn't make friends very easily. She'll assess a situation completely before becoming involved. Once you get to know her though, she's pretty bubbly and open, but she has mood swings and sometimes experiences random euphoria or panic attacks. (Euphoria is when you're really, really happy. Almost a natural high.) She's extremely protective of her friends. Also, she is pretty stubborn and can be argumentative.

Likes: Climbing trees, going around barefoot, writing poetry, philosophy, camping

Dislikes: Arrogant people, picking flowers, loud noises, people who talk too much

Skills: Nature survival, self defense (includes knife fighting, stick and staff fighting, unarmed fighting), crawling into small spaces, understanding accents

Up For Love: Possibly

Other: She laughs when scared, nervous, angry, happy, bored. Basically, she laughs at everything. Oh, and she's always humming.

Hopefully I got here in time! I've wanted to join this SB, but I haven't had Internet access!

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Name: (this can be fake) Toby Sheer
Age: (within a year of your real age) 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: (a picture that looks similar to you, don't use an actual picture of you/ and description)

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Personality: If you know me, I'm very funny and the first one to make a joke. Hardly ever serious, but serious enough when I need to be. But if I don't know you, I'm pretty introverted and shy. I'm very smart, which leads to me being a smart-ass sometimes, and that can get me in trouble. I'm quiet when I'm in deep thought, and I notice things that people don't usually notice or take for granted. I know a lot of useless trivia (kangaroos can't hop backwards, you may never know when that will come in handy)

Likes: Reading, writing, playing with the Rubiks Cube

Dislikes: Liars, Hyper/Short People, people who are over-truthful and blunt. People who are cocky and arrogant.

Skills: Very Observant, good with people (sometimes), Quick-witted, Does well under pressure, can solve a rubiks cube. Knows a lot of useless trivia.

Up For Love: Sure, but I'll usually end up friend-zoned. It just happens like that.
Other:

Wheres a key around his neck.

Okay, we can start now!

Kim Redwood

I slowly drifted into conciousness, and I rubbed my eyes. I felt them burning. I must have left my contacts in. I didn't want to wake up yet. I didn't want to take my finals. Five more minutes of sleep.

I realized my alarm hadn't gone off, and I opened my eyes quickly.

Suddenly, finals didn't seem like a big deal anymore.

This wasn't my house. Not even close.

Fear flashed trough my mind. I sat up, looking around in panic, feeling the wooden floor below me. Other kids my age lay around me, sleeping despite the circumstances. I was in a cabin. There weren't any windows. I ran over to the door, and pulled, using all my strength, bracing my leg against a wall. I tried to kick it.

My breathing was almost suffocationg me. I couldn't think.

I pulled on the door some more, then looked around for another way out.

A girl woke up, and looked at me. I met her eyes, "What's going on?"

I wake to the musty smell of wood, I open my eyes. I'm in a cabin, there are other people laying around me.

Ok, I'm in a cabin, with a bunch of girls.

I look around without getting up. There was girl banging on the door, kicking and hitting at it. Breathing heavily. Another girl gets up looking around,

"What's going on?" she says.

I prop myself up on an elbow,

"Jeez, this can't be good." I mutter to myself. I get up slowly. I look around the room again.

Yep, I am definitely the only guy. This is either really good, or really bad.

I look down at myself; I’m still wearing the clothes I remember having on. Though I can’t remember how long ago that was. I’m still wearing my fedora,

Why am I worrying about my fedora?

I turn to the girl who’s panicking.

“Are you alright?”

Oli

My eyes fluttered open and then automatically closed again because of the light. I groaned and rolled over. I hadn't remembered going to bed last night--hell I didn't remember last night. All of it was just a haze, like a memory of something I've seen once a long time ago.

"What's going on?" I heard someone ask and I opened my eyes again. Three other people were awake and talking and two other girls were asleep. The place wasn't familiar to me and neither were the faces. I'd either gotten myself into some bad trouble last night, or I'd been kidnapped.

"Where am I?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Now that I was upright, I could tell that I was in a cabin with four other girls and one guy. For some reason I felt like I was on an episode of The Bachelorette.

"We don't know," I heard someone say. "Join the club." With a sigh, I stood up and stretched, trying to recall what I'd done the night before. I could remember being at the skate park with a bunch of my friends skateboarding, but that was about it. My head was pounding, my body ached, and the only thought that was going through my head was: Oh great.

Ryn

BAM . . . BAM . . . BAM . . .
I groaned and raised my arms to cover my head. Whoever was raising hell at this time in the morning was going to have a shoe up their butt when I was through with them.
That was my first thought. My next was to realize that I was sleeping facedown on a wooden floor, and my body automatically stiffened. I forced myself to relax again, pretend like I was still sleeping while my thoughts raced. The last thing I could remember, I'd been over at Lexi's. We'd been sitting on the old broken couch together with her dog, watching scary movies and making bad jokes. She was like a pun master or something. But had we gone to sleep? Had she stood up and opened all the windows in the room like she did every night? Yeah, I think I remembered that. Her balancing on a rickety chair to get the top ones. But was it.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I cracked open my right eye and looked out from under my arms. A wiry, blonde girl was wildly trying to kick down this door. All around me I heard noises of fear and confusion. Slowly, I raised myself up on my forearms, sat upright, went into fetal position.
"What's going on?" I asked. I was rocking back and forth involuntarily, could feel the panic settling in. Someone answered me, saying that nobody knew, but I didn't see who it was.
"Are you alright?"
This boy with brown hair and brown eyes was looking at me with a concerned expression. I met his eyes and nodded.