Young Writers Society

PLOT: Imagine you're a juvenile delinquent. You are in JD at Johnson County Detention Center in the heart of Arizona. You and the friends you've made hate it there. You come to the conclusion you’re not being treated fairly and so you decide to escape.
You've been on the run now for a couple of months. The cops are still looking for you, so you only move around at night in the deserts of Arizona. You've picked up some runaway kids along the way too.

RULES: All Storybook rules apply. No god modding, no sex scenes (a little romance is ok, just don’t get too visual), try not to overuse profanity, some violence is ok but again, don’t get too visual. Also, please don’t post a picture! Use you’re writing skills!!!

EXAMPLE OF ENTRY:

NAME:

GENDER:

AGE:

APPEARANCE:

PERSONALITY:

BACKGROUND/HISTORY:

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP:

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original):

OTHER:


We can start once we've got at least 10 characters, more are ok. If you have any questions, just PM me!!!

NAME: Lola Scott

GENDER: Female

AGE: 15

APPEARANCE: dark black hair with one dark purple stripe in the front. Ocean blue eyes

PERSONALITY: bubbly, loves to have fun and make people laugh. She gets quiet when she plotting. She’s also a computer genius.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Used to live with her mom who was never around because she was always working at her law firm. She had a lot of money and was used to everything getting handed to her. She started being rebellious when her mother started dating other men. Her mother was the one who prosecuted in Lola’s court case because she was so disgusted with her own daughter.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: original

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original): being a computer genius, she hacked into a state computer to change her friend’s test scored to help her pass. She was caught and sentenced to three months in jail.

OTHER: she thinks of herself as her own authority. Nobody tells her what to do.

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oooooo.......... sorry! i couldn't figure out where to write!!!! thx!!!

NAME: Cozete Marie Baker

GENDER: Female

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE: Tall and slim. She has long curly blonde locks of hair and a slightly tan complexion. The tips of her hair are died red and she has stormy blue eyes. She has a few tattoo of a moon on her foot, wings on her upper arm, and a spiderweb up her other arm.

PERSONALITY: Clever and quiet. She has a hard time keeping a conversation. Sarcastic, and says few words at a time. Likes causing people pain and likes to laugh. She's athletic and a lot of people say she's been mad since she hacked her mom's computer and sent fake emails threatening people for the fun of it. She's fun loving and enjoys the thrill of a chase. If she considers you a friend, she's a nice person at least. She doesn't know if she likes company, she's never really had a friend.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: She grew up in a small town with her mom. Her dad left before she was born, she's never met him. Her mom often left town and when Cozete was 12 she started hacking people all over for the fun of it. She was trouble in school.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Original

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original): Biting a federal officer, stealing a computer from an old women, and hacking computers.

OTHER: She's very independant, and loves to listen to music. She pretty much documents her life on her MP3 she stole on podcasts.

NAME: Harper Puckett

GENDER: Female

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE:She's short and skinny, with thin, dirty blonde hair. Her eyes are technically blue but appear more grey. She's also really pale, doesn't tan at all, only burns.

PERSONALITY: Appears loud, doesn't take order or follow orders but when she's around people she likes -and wants them to like her back- she is very shy.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Parents were very wealthy but decided they didn't want a child so they sent her to a boarding school. She was used to the good life but when they decided she was a delinquent so they sent her off. The boarding school ended up being almost a military school but they wouldn't let her come home so she left.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Pick Up

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original): N/A

OTHER: She's really smart, because of her really good education, but tries to hide it.

NAME: K.J. Chance

GENDER: Male

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE: Tall, long-legged. Leanly muscular with sharp facial features and somewhat sunken eyes. Shaggy, but short, black hair that sticks up at odd angles, pale gray eyes, and tanned skin. He tends to wear black or gray; plain t-shirts and jeans. Like he could find anything else while on the run...

PERSONALITY: Independent most of the time, but will take what's offered--as long as he doesn't consider it "charity". Doesn't always get along well with people. Either is somewhat hyper and talkative or very reclusive and hermit-like. Seems older than he is.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: His father belonged to the army, his mother was a, well... Let's just say he hardly knew his Mom. His Dad raised him interestingly and now he doesn't exactly hold him in high regard. He left home recently, for personal reasons. He normally just claims he's eighteen, but now... Well, he's rather lonely. Hence the hook-up with the other group. He figures they can't be worse than him.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Pick up.

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original):

OTHER: If you try to talk to him about politics, religion, morality, or art...prepare to be talked to death with someone that holds his own against WW2 veterans on how bad "what those youngsters are up to" is.

Now, if I can have another character... Well, see below. Otherwise, ignore or tell me to delete.

NAME: Ara

GENDER: Female.

AGE: 15 yrs. old.

APPEARANCE: 5'4" and curvy with messy and flowing red curls, bright and wide green-blue eyes, and pale freckled-skin is her naturally. Depending on her mood, she can change appearance quite quickly--two inch heels, black hair dye, and a hair straighter does wonders, according to her. She has a heart-shaped face and cat-like grace, otherwise. Oh, and she normally is smirking.

PERSONALITY: No one is quite sure, she herself claims to be the friendly girl-next-door every guy thinks he doesn't want, but does. In general, others may consider her "cut-throat", "evil", "insane", and inform you she loves to blow things up. See Myth Busters for details. In general, she's nice yet vaguely unstable. She has no idea how to talk to girls, either; being the tomboy she is at heart. Don't expect her to know what the latest fashion thing-y is (because since I don't know either, that would be difficult--I have no idea how you people keep track of so much inane info!).

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Well, she grew up in Montana on a ranch. Or she claims to. She says she was a barrel-racer for a while, then a pyromaniac, then somebody pissed her off so she robbed 'em and banged them over the head with a pipe. Otherwise, said person is okay. Just a little dazed still.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Original.

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original): Fraud, assault, and theft.

OTHER: Did I forget that she's a con-artist occasionally? I did, didn't I?

NAME:Viola Lalasa

GENDER:Female

AGE:16

APPEARANCE:She has midnight black hair that reaches her mid back and deep blue eyes, she never wears girly things although secretly she loves wearing things that make her feel pretty. She has a tanned complexion and red lips that make her look like shes wearing make-up when shes not, she is refugee skinny and shortish 5,6, she has flawless skin with no imperfections.

PERSONALITY:She has low self esteem due to her parents absence, she gets upset easily because she never lets herself hope and gives up as soon as something bad happens, She doesn't communicate much and is really reserved basically she gets uncomfortable with people being close to her. She doesn't smile much and seems to be in her own little world sometimes not hearing people calling her, she is an excellent runner and can outrun all the people she knows.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY:Her parents left when she was little left in the care of her grandma who knew little about her to start with her grandma hardly remembered what she had for breakfast that morning let alone that she had to help Viola with her homework, Viola ended up drifting through classes her grandma not really caring if she failed the only thing that she really paid attention in was English with reading and writing she could get away from her life, be someone else. When her parents first went away she got occasional birthday cards but now none, as if they forgot she had ever existed. She never made any friends and resorted to running away to get away maybe forget her horrible history and become a new and better person.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Pick up

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original):N/A

OTHER:She actually wants friends/boyfriend but is very hard to get to know. Viola is actually really nice and friendly but will take a while to come out of her shell. Pm me if this is confusing you

NAME: Raksha Keller Elk *Her first name means Demon which is one of her many nicknames she goes by Demon, Raksha, Kelly, Keller, or Elly*

GENDER: F

AGE: 16

APPEARANCE: Black hair down to her waist dark purple eyes that change color with her moods. Nightshade: Pissed,Heather: Embarrassed, Violet: Happy,and Lavender: Sad. Wheres dark clothes and always has her Ipod with her or CDs and a CD player.

PERSONALITY: She is the kind've person who if you are her friend she will stick by you, If you insult her friends she will tear you limb from limb, very sweet and well mannered girl is very kind and understanding and brilliant, she is a tomboy always has been always will be, she is very well thought and sarcastic she isn't afraid to speak her mind she is also very sweet, funny, optimistic, sassy, bold, courageous, and a good listener. She can make friends with anyone or anything with in a few minutes. She can be childish at times . She has a very quick temper She can keep her emotions in check and she is dark and cold towards people until she gets to know them.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Her mom and dad were killed in a drive by shooting and she and her older sister were taken in by rich snobby people who only wanted kids as a status symbol. She met a boy who seemed to know what she was going through but he only used her and raped her multiple times and beat her. Her sister found out and beat him half to death and was taken to the Johnson County Detention Center in the middle of Arizona. She ran away around there praying that her sister will make it out.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Pick up


OTHER: She's a fighter always has been, she has a pet wolf named Ookami *Japanese for wolf*, she is wiccan and wears a pentacle if you bad mouth her religion she will back hand you and she is extremely intelligent for her age. She has a talent for drawing this girl could hold her own against Van Gogh. She can sing very beautifully she sings if she's bored, scared, or nervous. Her sister and her were both given silver lockets with their baby picture and a picture of whatever else they like she has a picture of a black rose her sister has a picture of a raven and charm bracelets they have music notes things like that at birth she has her sisters and her own. She is very nervous around guys if she's alone with a bunch of guys she will pass out.

NAME: Rashel 'Shelly' Elk

GENDER: F

AGE: 17

APPEARANCE: Black hair down to her waist streaked with cerulean blue that matches her eyes pale skin has scars on her arms is about 5'11

PERSONALITY: She is extremely cold and analytical, she was a cutter because she missed her parents that much, she is the motherly type and is very kind and sweet.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Her parents were killed in a drive by shooting and she found out her sister was being abused by her boyfriend so she went to his house and beat him half to death.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP:Original

FEDERAL OFFENSE: Assault, breaking and entering, attempted murder.

OTHER: She is slightly more girly then her sister and despite of that knows how to fight almost as well as she does. She doesn't think as much as her sister and is very hyper like a newborn puppy. She is musically gifted.

NAME: Eliot (Eli) Wrangler

GENDER: Male

AGE: 17

APPEARANCE: His naturally brown hair has been bleached and dyed in streaks of red and orange, but from his time in JD several inches of his natural color has grown out, giving him a half-and-half look. He has angry, intense green eyes that always seem devious. He has tattoos of flames on his wrists (a bracelet design that goes all the way around), the left side of his neck, and an inferno across his chest. His skin is toned, but he was careful not to make it look brown or orange, just the perfect shade of tan. He's 5'9" and well-built, quite muscular. all of his clothes are rough-cut, holes in the knees, worn/ripped at the openings, exc. his index fingers on both hands are burnt and scarred, so that neither finger has fingertips anymore.

PERSONALITY: He loves fire. He relates everyone to some sort of flame, and always has a lighter on him. He's always looking for some sort of adrenaline rush, and will put himself in danger to impress a girl... any girl. He'll make any excuse to take his shirt off, and has become somewhat of a master at lying. He has trouble with authority figures and doing what he's told, but he's not one to shy from becoming an authority himself. In fact, the few teachers who gave him a chance in school described him as a natural leader, and said he had a way of getting others to follow him.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: He never really got a chance at being a good kid. thrown into a new school at age 10, the teachers looked over him and the 'good crowd' was too tightly knit to let him in. So, he fell to the bottom, as far down as a 10 year old could go. Within his first week in the new town he was in his first friend's basement drinking beer they'd stolen from the boy's father. as he grew, he discovered his hook, adrenaline. drugs weren't his thing, he knew that they'd make him crash harder and harder each time, but adrenaline... that was perfect. He would do anything to keep it coming. He snuck into private property just to get the rush of running from the guard dogs, broke into houses just to see of the owners were home, got tattoos to see how long it would be until his parents noticed. he found a zippo lighter and tempted the flame with his fingers, swiping them through the flame slower and slower, seeing how long he could last in the flame before he had to pull back. he finally got busted when a job went bad, a fateful break-in where he dropped his Zippo and suddenly the house was a pile of ashes. The job had been pulled with two of his 'friends', both of which ratted that Eli was the leader of the heist, and had forced them to go along. His parents negotiated his being sent to JD as opposed to being charged as an adult.

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Original (i think...)

FEDERAL OFFENSE (only required if you are a original): breaking and entering, destruction of property, trespassing

OTHER: He's going to flirt with everyone, but if you want something permanent, just PM me, it can be done.

No magic, or anything?

NAME: Tomix Sarraisi

GENDER: Male

AGE: 17

APPEARANCE: He's about 5'4, not too tall. He has black eyes that look red in the sun. The don't blend with his hair, witch is a mixture of blond and light brown. He wears his necklace around him always, a amber droplet with a bone in it. No one knows where it comes from, but him (It was his grandfathers.) He has no freckles, and his hair is about chin-length. he holds his bang out of the way, behind his ears, though the rest of it is usually in a ponytail. He's sort of slim, and he has tan skin. His dog, Tahoi, is always with him (he saved him and got in jail because of him)

PERSONALITY: He changes personalities randomly. Sometimes he's solemn and in the corner, and usually he's cheery and seemingly care-free. He is a bear in the morning, though he gets up early to tend for his animals.

BACKGROUND/HISTORY: Lives- er, lived- with his grandparents on their farm. He cared for the animals, and animals tend to like him a lot. His life was uneventful, until he saw the neighbor's dog. It was a dog giving birth, about to die from the stress. What else could he do but help it?

ORIGINAL OR PICK UP: Original

FEDERAL OFFENSE: Trespassing, stealing a dog. They didn't catch him at first, but when he visited the dog, the neighbors though he stole it (he did, really, but they though he was stealing it then.) Sentence: 2 yrs. He came in a day after they left, so he went along, too. He smuggled the one of the dog's pups out of the pound.

OTHER: He secretly cares about his looks, a lot. He uses gels and everything.

His dog is a black pit bull pup that has a marking on his chest, like an upsidown-field goal post, sort of. Sweetest (male) dog you'll ever meet, unless you try to hurt Tomix. He only has small teeth, so it doesn't hurt much when he bites, for now.

Thanks for the characters guys!!!! Feel free to start anytime or to add any new characters!!!!!

(is it okay if I go ahead and start? I'll delete this if it's not okay)

Eli

The desert sand was still hot on his bare feet, but a cold, dry wind caused him to shiver. It was possibly the weirdest feeling ever, weirder than those cold Midwestern autumn days when the air was cold but the sun was warm... He tried to remember why the sand was still hot. Something with conservation of energy and absorbing heat, but seeing as the sun had just set, the sand was sure to get cold soon.

He sighed, shrugging on a jacket that he'd hung over one arm and slipping his hand into one of the pockets. A familiar shape met his fingertips. and he ran his index finger down one side of it, savoring the way the grip-less finger slid down the metal so easily. as the night wind chilled him again, he pulled out the zippo and flicked it open, holding the flickering flame close to his face... so close his dyed red hair started to give off a strong smell of burning. Not wanting to set what little remained of his colored hair ablaze, he pulled the zippo away from his face, deciding to tempt the flame with his fingers instead as he walked.

eventually the shabby camp came into view, and Eliot frowned. They'd made themselves a fire... without him! They knew he was the designated fire-maker... granted, he had been away for a few hours, and the sun had set, how long ago? half an hour? maybe more?

still grumbling to himself, he slouched into the camp, plopping down by the fire with a loud thud and poking the flames with a wayward branch and waited for someone to realize he was back.

Tomix Is this ok?

I sat away from the fire, away from everyone. The only sounds were low conversation, the cackling of the fire, and to me, the thump of Tahoi's (the dog's name) tail. I just realized he came over to sit by me.

"Hey, boy." I said, scratching his ears. There was scarcely a time he wasn't with me, but for a few minters he was at the fire instead, begging for food. I glanced over. to see Eliot was back. Some called him Eli, but I was never one for nicknames. the only person I called by nickname was Demon, only because I couldn't pronounce her name at all. She was probably the only one here I like. As a friend, not that sort of like. She's really the only one who can cheer me up, sometimes.

"Tomix! Your dog is biting me!" Harper yelled, almost sarcastically.

"Coming." I said, getting up from the sand of Arizona; the sand of my own, personal, little hell. I pried him from Harper's finger. "I'm sorry. He's hungry... and, well, a dog is a dog. Besides, it doesn't hurt." I said, sticking my hand into his mouth for evidence. Maybe it hurt a tad, but not too bad.

"You're in one of you 'moods' again, aren't you." She asked.

"Well, it's so helpless! We're stranded in the middle of Hell. We can't be too hard to spot!" I said. "I don't want to go back. They take away Tahoi. It's to bad they took away Jazzie, the mom, but Tahoi's trained."

"Trained. As a what, five moth old?" She asked.

"He's a year old, thank you very much." I said. Ok, Harper can get me out of these moods sometimes, too.

"Where did you get the name, Tahoi?" She asked. Tears immediately burned in my eyes.

"My sister's 'language'. She was killed." I mumbled, sitting. She nodded.

"i'm sorry." She said.

"Couldn't be helped." I said. I would never, EVER admit how she was really killed, and if these people were sort of smart, they would never ask. Our conversation sort of died down, until both of us joined the conversational of the others.

Cozete ( If it's alright... )

I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my ears and slipped in the earphones. I pressed the power button, the machine had heated up in my pocket from the heat, though she still shivered in the wind. I went to the long list of podcasts I had been recording for many years now. I'd been recording practically my whole life on this thing.

I listened to the boring day, sheilding myslelf from their conversations around the campfire. I longed for another jacket, a scarf, gloves, other stuff to keep me warm though I didn't want to admit that to the others.

I got to the part where the group had attempted to make a fire while Eliot, the firemaker, had been gone. It took us quite a few tries, but we managed to start one by a spark before Eli got back to the camp.

I turned the MP3 off and tugged the earphones out of my ears, shoving it in my pocket. I watched the group intently, Eli slouching down and tend the flames nonchalantly, and watching Tomix drag his mangy dog off of Harper. I folded my arms over my chest and stared, bored, at the moon sitting merrily in the cloudless evening sky.