Title: Modern Rpg
Description: A few choices. =3
Description: A few choices. =3
brookepwns - August 30, 2008 08:48 PM (GMT)
Genre:Modern Human, Modern Vampire, Asylum, other
Difficulty:Nothing too elitist... average to difficult would be fine. Just nothing outrageous.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Vampires/Humans/CRAZY HUMANS! XD
Preferred Rating: R+
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: At least 5, please. =]
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Modernnnn. -cartwheels-
Other Notes: A plot is preferred but there doesn't have to be one. I'm looking for a forum that encourages in character drama and the like. And for asylums, actual insane patients... basically I just don't want a bunch of people sittin' in padded cells cause they're cool or something like that.
As far as other goes, I mean things that have interesting little gimmicks. You know, like, personifying a Disney character orrr... something like that. Something unusual that doesn't really have a specific genre. ^^ Thank youuu.
Difficulty:Nothing too elitist... average to difficult would be fine. Just nothing outrageous.
Type(s) of Creature(s): Vampires/Humans/CRAZY HUMANS! XD
Preferred Rating: R+
Preferred Number of Members/Activity: At least 5, please. =]
Preferred Time where RPG is set in: Modernnnn. -cartwheels-
Other Notes: A plot is preferred but there doesn't have to be one. I'm looking for a forum that encourages in character drama and the like. And for asylums, actual insane patients... basically I just don't want a bunch of people sittin' in padded cells cause they're cool or something like that.
As far as other goes, I mean things that have interesting little gimmicks. You know, like, personifying a Disney character orrr... something like that. Something unusual that doesn't really have a specific genre. ^^ Thank youuu.
zuca1988 - August 31, 2008 12:36 AM (GMT)
so lets say your a celebrity. your living the life nothing can go wrong you know it. but sometimes fame is to much especially if your a teenager you cant make your own mistakes with out the world reading about it the next day. now normal life is looking better and better every day. life in la is looking shittier and shittier as each morning comes and your face is in the papers. what if there was a school that promised normalcy where you can go to school with other celebrity teens and normal teens. where only the celebrities know about the schools secret and the normal kids are there for the schools arts program.
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so now you have four years to be normal get a part time job make friends that youll keep for the rest of your life although they dont know your really the guy they crushed on from the movie. or the girl they fell in love with. or for that matter who they wish they were. they have no idea what they wish to become is something your running away from and that you wish to have their life.
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even though your running from hollywood you still have to do premieres, make movies, put out records and interviews. right? or else hollywood would suspect something if 50 teen idols picked up and left right? so even though you've escaped your still pulled back in from time to time and when you go you remember why your in the crappy town in Indiana in the first place. stardom isnt all its cracked up to be.
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but how long can you stay hidden with out hollywood figuring out where your coming from or for that matter the normal students to figure out that your the guy they have the hots for. and run you out of the school? when you fall in love can you trust the girl to keep the secret? or will she blab to her best friend and the entire town know? would you take her to a premiere? give her a wig and protect her identity? so many questions that will be answered.
On The Brink
Lady Notorious - August 31, 2008 01:26 AM (GMT)
Welcome to the lovely little town of Tottori, population... Well, let’s put it this way; everyone knows absolutely everything about everyone else. Or rather, they would love to. It’s one of those nosy little towns where everyone knows who is hooking up, breaking up, or, even, waking up. Pathetic, right? That’s what many of the inhabitants think but, hey, it’s home and leaving home is definitely harder than one may think when one has been living their childhood. But this isn’t about people growing up and leaving their home town. No... When you are welcomed to you’re also greeted by one of the longest lasting rivalries in the history of the world. Or at least in the world of academia.
May I introduce you to the two most prestigious schools in the country, if not the world. At least, that’s what they think in Tottori and thanks to the outstanding college acceptances, most people would agree with it. There is of course a high school for those who do not attend either of these schools, but those who don’t are frowned upon by the upper crust of Tottori society, namely the people who are somehow involved with either, or even both, of the schools. For Bennet Academy for Young Women and The Darcy School for Young Men are the places to be if you’re someone in Tottori, or if you’d like to become someone. The students at the schools are the best of the best, in some field or another, whether it be wealth, intelligence, artistic ability, etc. But nobody can ever beat the entirety of the student bodies of both schools in their rivalry. Nobody.
When the school’s were founded, they were founded as brother-sister schools and that has never changed. But like all siblings, The Darcy School and Bennet Academy have bickered over every little thing and anytime the two school’s meet, there is always some argument between them and not only in the administration; there is an extremely fierce academic and athletic rivalry between the students of the school. They have meets about once every month, switching off each month between an academic and athletic competition, and the students know one another very well. In fact, the student government of each school meets weekly to discuss joint affairs. If not for the fact that one is located at the South End of Tottori and the other at the North End, one would think that they were the same school. They even have school dances together.
And, since the students are male and female teenagers, well, they ignore the rivalries of their schools in order to fulfill the pleasures of the body and soul. But every so often the rivalry causes some issues in relationships creating so much friction between the male and female student bodies.
Well, here it is. All of the Circumstances in Tottori. And by all, I do mean His and Hers.
May I introduce you to the two most prestigious schools in the country, if not the world. At least, that’s what they think in Tottori and thanks to the outstanding college acceptances, most people would agree with it. There is of course a high school for those who do not attend either of these schools, but those who don’t are frowned upon by the upper crust of Tottori society, namely the people who are somehow involved with either, or even both, of the schools. For Bennet Academy for Young Women and The Darcy School for Young Men are the places to be if you’re someone in Tottori, or if you’d like to become someone. The students at the schools are the best of the best, in some field or another, whether it be wealth, intelligence, artistic ability, etc. But nobody can ever beat the entirety of the student bodies of both schools in their rivalry. Nobody.
When the school’s were founded, they were founded as brother-sister schools and that has never changed. But like all siblings, The Darcy School and Bennet Academy have bickered over every little thing and anytime the two school’s meet, there is always some argument between them and not only in the administration; there is an extremely fierce academic and athletic rivalry between the students of the school. They have meets about once every month, switching off each month between an academic and athletic competition, and the students know one another very well. In fact, the student government of each school meets weekly to discuss joint affairs. If not for the fact that one is located at the South End of Tottori and the other at the North End, one would think that they were the same school. They even have school dances together.
And, since the students are male and female teenagers, well, they ignore the rivalries of their schools in order to fulfill the pleasures of the body and soul. But every so often the rivalry causes some issues in relationships creating so much friction between the male and female student bodies.
Well, here it is. All of the Circumstances in Tottori. And by all, I do mean His and Hers.
MmmNaana - August 31, 2008 01:27 AM (GMT)
Hey Brooke,
well you didn't specify which type of "CRAZY HUMANS" you were after, but I think you may find False Claims something like that. After all, what kind of Pastor would steal petunias? :lol: Anywho, if I could some up the board in one sentence, it would actually be our tag line:
" Because reality is funny."
So here is the standard board advertisement including the plot and some other useful information. Happy RPG hunting.
Kaia
F A L S E // C L A I M S
The time is right for summer frocks and sandals,
The sun is bright, the breeze is warm;
Summers here, and we've only just arrived.
The residents of Grenville Valley are an odd bunch,
Bursting at the seams to welcome the bus loads of tourists,
Jumping up and down to lend a cup of sugar to their neighbours,
The teenagers are ever so polite;
Everything is not what it seems, here at Grenville Valley;
When the sun goes down, and the lights come on;
the township is a completely different place;
The local waitress is standing under a street lamp,
The commited husband is cheating on his wife,
The teenagers are gathering outside the nightclub,
And Good Lord!
The Pastor is stealing the prized petunias!
My oh my,
Everybody has such False Claims
Can you survive the harsh reality of ... real life? Or will you crumble like weak cement?
Notes:
- 100% original IC forums.
- Open/progressive plot. Allows all members, regardless of age, to participate.
- No accepted/declined application process.
- Currently looking for commited, founding members.
False Claims :: guidelines :: character sheet :: current characters:: about us
well you didn't specify which type of "CRAZY HUMANS" you were after, but I think you may find False Claims something like that. After all, what kind of Pastor would steal petunias? :lol: Anywho, if I could some up the board in one sentence, it would actually be our tag line:
" Because reality is funny."
So here is the standard board advertisement including the plot and some other useful information. Happy RPG hunting.
Kaia
F A L S E // C L A I M S
The time is right for summer frocks and sandals,
The sun is bright, the breeze is warm;
Summers here, and we've only just arrived.
The residents of Grenville Valley are an odd bunch,
Bursting at the seams to welcome the bus loads of tourists,
Jumping up and down to lend a cup of sugar to their neighbours,
The teenagers are ever so polite;
Everything is not what it seems, here at Grenville Valley;
When the sun goes down, and the lights come on;
the township is a completely different place;
The local waitress is standing under a street lamp,
The commited husband is cheating on his wife,
The teenagers are gathering outside the nightclub,
And Good Lord!
The Pastor is stealing the prized petunias!
My oh my,
Everybody has such False Claims
Can you survive the harsh reality of ... real life? Or will you crumble like weak cement?
Notes:
- 100% original IC forums.
- Open/progressive plot. Allows all members, regardless of age, to participate.
- No accepted/declined application process.
- Currently looking for commited, founding members.
False Claims :: guidelines :: character sheet :: current characters:: about us
Angel-girl - August 31, 2008 01:52 AM (GMT)
Have a look at us too. We started in Rent fandom, post canon, but in the past two years, we've developed into an RL game based in New York which happens to have the canons from that fandom running about. . . You don't need to know a thing about the musical or the movie, since the characters are just characters, nothing more. We're grown up, decent writers, and friendly as can be. Have a look. The banner in my sig's the link.
| QUOTE |
| You're living in America at the end of the millennia. . . and you're not alone. Alphabet City We're in the year 1996 and the colorful residents of the East Village in Manhattan are facing the issues which challenge poor Bohemian artists in the mid-90s. Drug abuse, HIV, prostitution, starvation, death, life, and love. However, they find that they aren't alone, friends are all around, and there is always coffee to be drunk, issues to be discussed, and art to be created, good and otherwise. Come join our cast of canon and original characters, featuring a strong sense of community and creativity and find that you're not alone either. Other notes:Based on the Broadway musical RENT, set post-canon, though slightly AU to keep Angel alive. We have evolved and changed over the past two years from a fandom RP to a RL RP with some fandom characters. We are lucky to have a great group of OCs who are keeping the plot moving and changing quickly, and we always welcome new writers and OCs with open arms. We also have a brand new board! It's pretty and blue and still has that new board smell!! Come see. It's pwetty!!! |
Sniks - August 31, 2008 01:30 PM (GMT)
Personifying a disney character?
WELL...
WELL...
- Have you ever pretended you were a Disney character? Wished your life could be a fairytale? Dreamed that your prince really would come? We all have. Students at Walt School of Arts are finding out what life is really like as a Disney character. Don’t go kissing the frog yet though, because Walt’s students are discovering that sometimes its not always a prince, sometimes it’s a toad. Discover that fairytales are just as messy, complicated and full of Drama as real life.
Welcome to the Walt School of Arts where...
Dreams Come True
…. You just might not like the consequences.
morosely - August 31, 2008 03:17 PM (GMT)
Des Baroches Casino & Resort. Everyone everywhere has heard of the place, what with it reaching world fame in what seemed to be a week. It’s one of the world’s foremost places to visit if only for it’s location on the coast of Monte Negro. A place that makes Las Vegas look clean and virginal and Hollywood appear to be just another suburban town. The place is home to one of the best restaurants in Europe and is in all sort of magazines more than the next great Hollywood train wreck. It’s become a lifestyle in and of it’s self and the world around wants a piece of that action.
And why shouldn’t it be so popular? With big budget movies dying to film a scene here or there and all sorts of shows going on, well, it’s better than anything else in the world. Certainly Hollywood doesn’t offer as great of a shot as watching the latest big budget action star blow hundred at the crap table just like you. Or the amazing not so slim chance in hell of actually seeing that model you stare at in the magazines at the table next to you. It’s a social equalizer like no other if you could actually manage to afford it. Really, the resort itself has to be the headlines favourite story since it’s always mentioned along with the heiress who might be dating the popstar who wears those skimpy skirts.
Though not all of the headlines are what they could be. January 5th a body was found off the coast of Sicily of all places, later identified to be one of the resort’s former customers. Reports suggest he may have gotten into a bit of trouble with loan sharks since there are gangs of them roaming around the casino freely since it’d be wrong to kick someone out because they look sketch. But not to worry, the man was later found to have overdosed on some nasty little drug, leading people to believe that there might be a drug ring somewhere within the resort. And while Des Baroches denies this, well, let's just say common sense will lead to think otherwise. Which may just say something about the clientele since they’ve gotten more visitors yearly since then.
After all, a small threat of drug dealers or winding up in a ditch somewhere with all your limbs broken is worth it to some of the visitors. Worth it to say that you stayed at the greatest place on earth and hit it big. Or perhaps you lost it all? Really no on will know until you man up, book a trip and take the risk. Des Baroches promises to make it a regrettable mistake you want to do again and again…
antisocialist87 - August 31, 2008 08:10 PM (GMT)
| QUOTE |
| -My Dearest Friend - I hope the weather finds you well, and that your spirits are just as well. I know that this letter is quite overdue, as you have implored me many times that I write to you. My status here is well, and it would be a honor to have you here too. The year is 1904 - and our dear, dear Queen Victoria, she's been dead for 3 years now. While parts of the world seem to be rife with unrest, our little area of England seems to be doing fine. Our school has changed hands, and we're positive that you'll love it here. Our owners mysteriously disappeared in 1901 - around the time of the death of our beloved Queen. Still, we continue to work, and the chatter amongst girls of our station still continues on. The biggest chatter is the mystery of what happened to Mr. and Missus Pennington - and why is it that they have disappeared so suddenly. Their whereabouts are a mystery to all of England - though it truly is fun to talk about them and devise rumors. We have gotten a new headmistress, and she's such a sweet woman. We adore her so very much. The word here is that a building near us is being renovated into a school for gentlemen. Our matron is unnerved by this concept, and has given us a long lecture regarding how we should behave as the fairer sex, but for the life of me, it truly is difficult. It is hard to not hear about the times that the young menfolk come in and tour the school. Sometimes, we'll take secret excursions to the other campus, as it isn't very far from here - it is only within walking distance. Our classes are difficult, and we are expected to do our best on everything. We are expected to excel in our studies, and become decent housewives and mothers. We learn about the arts and other countries, but never a thing about politics. Politicking is something that is truly too much for many of our female minds, though young women at this school exist that seem to dream about it. Still, you'll find many here that are interesting, many who aren't, many who will positively get on your last nerve, and so much more. We are but a motley little crew at this school, and with your intelligence, you'll likely get in on a scholarship. Perhaps I can put in a word for you? I dreadfully hope so. The name? Oh yes - it's the Pennington Academy for Young Ladies. You'll fit in well here, I assure you. Regards! -S. |
Catastrophe86 - August 31, 2008 08:38 PM (GMT)
How about Closer? The link is in my siggy =)
bookworm_sara - August 31, 2008 09:06 PM (GMT)
' ' fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight
never running from a real fight, she is the one named sailor moon ' '
never running from a real fight, she is the one named sailor moon ' '
. . . . . .
there is a tale as old as time
that tells of the ultimate battle between good and evil.
during the reign of the silver millennium
the majestic silver queen banished the vile negaverse
to the far reaches of the universe,
destroying the moon kingdom in her unyielding fury.
and rather than see loved ones die a tragic death
she gathered their souls to cast them to earth
knowing that one day they would be reborn
and a new era of peace would begin.
but as was said before, it is only a mythical tale ...
yet we all know that with every tale there is a grain of truth.
it is now the twenty-first century in tokyo, japan
and those once mythical souls of old are awakening
to a slightly darker reality.
the dark alliance of old has come
to occupy the final frontier: earth.
the only ones that can stop it are an ancient class of warriors,
the sailor guardians, united under a new leader.
so the tale goes on, and history begins anew,
for the next battle is set to begin
' when stars collide
there is a tale as old as time
that tells of the ultimate battle between good and evil.
during the reign of the silver millennium
the majestic silver queen banished the vile negaverse
to the far reaches of the universe,
destroying the moon kingdom in her unyielding fury.
and rather than see loved ones die a tragic death
she gathered their souls to cast them to earth
knowing that one day they would be reborn
and a new era of peace would begin.
but as was said before, it is only a mythical tale ...
yet we all know that with every tale there is a grain of truth.
it is now the twenty-first century in tokyo, japan
and those once mythical souls of old are awakening
to a slightly darker reality.
the dark alliance of old has come
to occupy the final frontier: earth.
the only ones that can stop it are an ancient class of warriors,
the sailor guardians, united under a new leader.
so the tale goes on, and history begins anew,
for the next battle is set to begin
' when stars collide
. . . . . .
' when stars collide is not strictly a fandom based site. we also offer forums for a simple, almost free form real life style roleplay. your characters can simply enjoy our version of tokyo and interact with canons in their simple lives, or create your own destiny with other original characters. make a subplot just for you, or join up with others. this site is what you make it to be.
' when stars collide is not strictly a fandom based site. we also offer forums for a simple, almost free form real life style roleplay. your characters can simply enjoy our version of tokyo and interact with canons in their simple lives, or create your own destiny with other original characters. make a subplot just for you, or join up with others. this site is what you make it to be.
Clipsed - August 31, 2008 09:23 PM (GMT)
Humankind, at its core, is not always the kindest of races. More often than not, however, civilization will lean towards the side of peace, if not universal, then reasonably wide spread. It is in these eras that an outside force will move in, tainting the peace so carefully maintained and taint it with the purest evil they can muster.
In a time long before human recording, before the human race as we know it, there lay the Silver Millennium, a period of peace, advancement, and enlightenment. Such peace, though, will often have those seeking to destroy it. It just happened in this case that a powerful evil, the Negaverse, was the antagonist in this story, waging a seemingly endless war that resulted in the ruin of the Moon Kingdom and those around it. At this point, there was no chance of repair to the human race, and so was left a blank canvas on which the human race could recreate itself.
The Earth of today is hardly the peaceful civilization of an era past remembrance. Wars between countries, petty jealousies, and self-fulfillment seem to be in fashion, however the age-old practices of friendship and kindness die hard, and are still very firmly in place. It is into this world that the most prominent figures of the Silver Millennium – less its queen – have been reborn, without any memories of the past they once had.
Instead, they have been awakened as Sailor Senshi, fighting against the evil that, once again, has reared its head. Though the Dark Kingdom’s intentions this time are not to take over the world, the toll their endeavors place upon humanity to achieve their true goal – to free Queen Metaria, and to then make their world their own – is such that Sailors Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus have been left with no choice but to sacrifice a normal life in order to keep their world intact.
History tends to repeat itself, and in the thirtieth century, a new Silver Millennium has been created. Once again, though, an evil threatens to spoil the peace so carefully maintained. The Black Moon Clan, for reasons unknown, is systematically laying siege to the borders of Crystal Tokyo, looking for any give that they can use to take its core. Peace is again disrupted, slowly spreading seeds of doubt that a true utopia can ever be achieved. From princess, to modern-day teenager, to superhero, to queen, however, Serenity and those closest to her will not go down without a fight.
Time After Time is a multi-era, no-collision roleplay based on the Sailor Moon anime and manga. While we encourage canon characters, we will always welcome originals, who are free to involve themselves in the overall storyline, or focus simply on the “real-life” aspects.
IF THEY WANT TO TAKE OUR PEACE FROM US, THEY CAN
B R I N G I T O N
B R I N G I T O N
Badfaith - August 31, 2008 11:30 PM (GMT)
I'd say as far as unique gimmicks go Angels has the market cornered. xD
summerdanez - September 1, 2008 05:30 AM (GMT)
Oh Oh! Check us out! We're a very active 2 year + town/hs rpg with a subplot of racism that is taking off very well. We've just had a murder and now we're going to have some sort of political racism going on. Some of the members are planning it. :) We're going to have a new event pretty soon and we're also going to be handing out awards.
A small town with about 8,000 good hard working Southern folk in it. Football Nights are like a religious holiday here. The girls pretty themselves up for a wild night of partying and sex every Tuesday and Thursday. When Monday rolls around, the kids are caught skipping to hang out at Montana’s or City Limits. Sometimes, the braver ones dare to go to McDowell’s Hole.
Twenty years ago, a program was re-introduced into Little Jimmy's perfect world. Honky Tonk Angels. An association where they took young high school students who had found themselves in trouble with the law and the harsher ways of life out of NYC into the country. There the students were placed with foster families for the year as they worked with the kids to straighten out their lives. The program still thrives today with the children of the original lifers and angels. Unfortunately much like the Little Rock, Arkansas disaster some of the folks in Little Jimmy aren't so...
Welcoming. The older families in town aren’t so welcoming towards the newcomers as some nasty words have been flying back and forth. It seems the town’s secrets of racism and prejudice seem to be leaking out at every turn. A team of low-end FBI agents has come to Little Jimmy in hopes of keeping the peace. However, can years of hatred and prejudice slip away like the wind? Or will relationships be tested and lines crossed?
A small town with about 8,000 good hard working Southern folk in it. Football Nights are like a religious holiday here. The girls pretty themselves up for a wild night of partying and sex every Tuesday and Thursday. When Monday rolls around, the kids are caught skipping to hang out at Montana’s or City Limits. Sometimes, the braver ones dare to go to McDowell’s Hole.
Twenty years ago, a program was re-introduced into Little Jimmy's perfect world. Honky Tonk Angels. An association where they took young high school students who had found themselves in trouble with the law and the harsher ways of life out of NYC into the country. There the students were placed with foster families for the year as they worked with the kids to straighten out their lives. The program still thrives today with the children of the original lifers and angels. Unfortunately much like the Little Rock, Arkansas disaster some of the folks in Little Jimmy aren't so...
Welcoming. The older families in town aren’t so welcoming towards the newcomers as some nasty words have been flying back and forth. It seems the town’s secrets of racism and prejudice seem to be leaking out at every turn. A team of low-end FBI agents has come to Little Jimmy in hopes of keeping the peace. However, can years of hatred and prejudice slip away like the wind? Or will relationships be tested and lines crossed?
LadyHellsing - September 1, 2008 04:03 PM (GMT)
I dunno if this is what you are looking for but here you go...
Black Oak Riding Academy Horses and Drama, who could want more?
Summertime and the living is easy...
Well, that's not always true. Especially at the prestigious Black Oak Riding Academy, nestled in the Ozark Mountains. It's quiet and secluded. The closest town is 30 miles away and heck, it doesn't even have a McDonalds. So with the academic section of the school closed down and a small town the closest thing to civilization you will get, how much trouble can the students get into?
You'll spread your wings , and you'll take to the sky
The answer to that question is up for you to decide.
Several storms tore through the town of Black Ridge, and did some pretty major damage to both the town and the school. The head mistress, Melanie Darling, had no choice but to close the school down before the end of the semester and make repairs for to the school. Now it's back open, for the summer Riding Semester, and there's other plans being hatched as well, by the well meaning, but somewhat tactless Head Mistress.
One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing
In this game the plots are voted on and decided by you, the rp players.
You decide who you want to be...
A student
A teacher
A member of the town
Or a kid from Brickwood Youth Village, a home for trouble teens who have no place to go.
We have several Cannon Characters for you to choose from including...
Members of the Darling Family (owners of Black Oak Riding Academy) (26 known members of the family)
Towns People (8 known)
Stable Workers (grooms, trainers, stable hands) (11 known)
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Black Oak Riding Academy ride with the best, play with the best, BE the best
Black Oak Riding Academy Horses and Drama, who could want more?
Summertime and the living is easy...
Well, that's not always true. Especially at the prestigious Black Oak Riding Academy, nestled in the Ozark Mountains. It's quiet and secluded. The closest town is 30 miles away and heck, it doesn't even have a McDonalds. So with the academic section of the school closed down and a small town the closest thing to civilization you will get, how much trouble can the students get into?
You'll spread your wings , and you'll take to the sky
The answer to that question is up for you to decide.
Several storms tore through the town of Black Ridge, and did some pretty major damage to both the town and the school. The head mistress, Melanie Darling, had no choice but to close the school down before the end of the semester and make repairs for to the school. Now it's back open, for the summer Riding Semester, and there's other plans being hatched as well, by the well meaning, but somewhat tactless Head Mistress.
One of these mornings you're going to rise up singing
In this game the plots are voted on and decided by you, the rp players.
You decide who you want to be...
A student
A teacher
A member of the town
Or a kid from Brickwood Youth Village, a home for trouble teens who have no place to go.
We have several Cannon Characters for you to choose from including...
Members of the Darling Family (owners of Black Oak Riding Academy) (26 known members of the family)
Towns People (8 known)
Stable Workers (grooms, trainers, stable hands) (11 known)
So hush little baby, don't you cry
Black Oak Riding Academy ride with the best, play with the best, BE the best
brookepwns - September 2, 2008 08:13 AM (GMT)
Thanks for all the quick replies! I'm checking them all out...
...feel free to continue posting, as well. =)
...feel free to continue posting, as well. =)
xprincessgwenythx - September 2, 2008 06:11 PM (GMT)
Welcome to
The first American boarding school in Japan.
Curious in becoming a part of the family?
Then please check out our video brochure.
The first American boarding school in Japan.
Curious in becoming a part of the family?
Then please check out our video brochure.
Poisonedink - September 2, 2008 08:47 PM (GMT)
There is no war between lycanthropes and vampires. The were-folk do their best to avoid the night stalkers and the night stalkers do their best to keep out of pack affairs. While lycans rule the suburbs and vampires stalk the high crime end of town, they don’t mingle well. Their separation also allows them to remain hidden- hidden from the basic laws and physics of the one dimensional human world. That’s how everyone likes it and that's how it's meant to stay.
Atleast, mostly everyone. A modern Sherlock Holmes, John Alden is known for solving cold cases and puzzling crimes. It was only a matter of time before the missing persons, maulings, and murders would unearth timeless mysteries. John Alden has uncovered the world’s best kept secret and there’s a legion of supernatural beings that will stop at nothing to keep it that way.
John knows that no one would believe that vampires and lycanthropes exist, let alone commit crimes and murders. He also knows that these supernatural beings could never be incarcerated. But he could deal out his own justice, with help of course. The kind of help from docile lycanthropes and a few vicious vampires, has brought many to justice. Only those who have managed to remain secluded and unpunished are the witches. Their conniving and secretive ways remain a mystery to all, save for a select few who have gained enough trust to dive into their corrupted world.
The witches have remained unscathed in the dangerous city of Aldenville. Until recently. A strange case that was assigned to John Alden would just look like an ordinary woman attacked by a vicious dog while out for a jog to anyone else. But John’s knows better. He needs help to figure out why anyone would want to commit the first witch assassination in years. He needs to find it out fast before the witches turn on the lycanthropes. He needs to find it out before his whole city goes to hell.
Will you be brought to justice, or will you be the harbinger? Or… will you just go on through life without knowing about the supernaturals that live amongst you and others like you? You can only ignore it for so long. Even a young child notices when things go Bump in the Night.
At Bump in the night, there is all sorts of possibilities for plots- from joining in the new order, to taking various high-level positions that remain open, the possibilities are endless. Positions open include Coven leader, Witch Council positions, Pack positions.
We're mildly slow moving right now, but with the devotion of the members already on site, things are definitely looking to pick up. Join in now to get the positions that are going fast!
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Atleast, mostly everyone. A modern Sherlock Holmes, John Alden is known for solving cold cases and puzzling crimes. It was only a matter of time before the missing persons, maulings, and murders would unearth timeless mysteries. John Alden has uncovered the world’s best kept secret and there’s a legion of supernatural beings that will stop at nothing to keep it that way.
John knows that no one would believe that vampires and lycanthropes exist, let alone commit crimes and murders. He also knows that these supernatural beings could never be incarcerated. But he could deal out his own justice, with help of course. The kind of help from docile lycanthropes and a few vicious vampires, has brought many to justice. Only those who have managed to remain secluded and unpunished are the witches. Their conniving and secretive ways remain a mystery to all, save for a select few who have gained enough trust to dive into their corrupted world.
The witches have remained unscathed in the dangerous city of Aldenville. Until recently. A strange case that was assigned to John Alden would just look like an ordinary woman attacked by a vicious dog while out for a jog to anyone else. But John’s knows better. He needs help to figure out why anyone would want to commit the first witch assassination in years. He needs to find it out fast before the witches turn on the lycanthropes. He needs to find it out before his whole city goes to hell.
Will you be brought to justice, or will you be the harbinger? Or… will you just go on through life without knowing about the supernaturals that live amongst you and others like you? You can only ignore it for so long. Even a young child notices when things go Bump in the Night.
At Bump in the night, there is all sorts of possibilities for plots- from joining in the new order, to taking various high-level positions that remain open, the possibilities are endless. Positions open include Coven leader, Witch Council positions, Pack positions.
We're mildly slow moving right now, but with the devotion of the members already on site, things are definitely looking to pick up. Join in now to get the positions that are going fast!
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Blue Bloods - September 3, 2008 01:24 AM (GMT)
You should check out BB :)
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They are vampires who's memories have been preserved through their past lives, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal. They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The Croatans, vampires that feed on others of their kind, hide in the shadows and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain.
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Deep in the heart of NYC, amongst the high-end shops and ritzy museums lies a secret hundreds of years in the making. The rich and powerful are not as they seem. In fact they are from an ancient lineage, that of the Blue Bloods.
They are vampires who's memories have been preserved through their past lives, making them extremely smart, strong, and lethal. They have more power than you can imagine... but something is hunting them. The Croatans, vampires that feed on others of their kind, hide in the shadows and for now it seems Blue Bloods no longer hold rank at the top of the food chain.
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Timezten - September 4, 2008 05:48 AM (GMT)
This may be a bit of a stretch but here goes nothing. I think i may fall into that gimmick category. I offer you Project: Salem;
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
Set in the near future, Project: Salem is a modern day witch hunt. Rated N.C. 17 for the big kids in us.
... Warning I'm about to post a long plot but personally I hate reading through these things to figure out what's going on so I'm also posting a synopsis. If you enjoy reading long plots then by all means skip the synopsis and read it. I think its quite good but I may be a little basis. And hey if you like the synopsis, read the plot anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Spoiler Alert~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Synopsis: Salem is a secret military agency created to track down, capture witches. The main story revolves around a young witch capture by Salem and trained to hunt her own, the suicide of her former watcher, a Salem agent and national hero, a suicide letter telling all about the secret organization, and one miserable detective stuck between his job or revealing the truth.
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To whom it may concern,
However I'm not sure whom would be to concern with the ramblings of this old man any longer. But I still sit and write, I suppose we all want our story's told one way or another, for a man with no family I assume this type of letter is the obvious choice... Choices, the ones we have and the ones we do not, isn't that how these stories always being. For me, a man of my position, to speak of such explanations as the god or the devil is out of the question. However I have no choice for that is the only way I can even begin to phantom what I've witnessed during my time with Salem.
How that word brings back memories, ones not even this old corpse can forget. They told me I couldn't speak of it, S.a.l.e.m., the "Secret Association in League towards the Exploration of Magic." That was our official title but I'm no longer sure if I can believe even that anymore. Is what we were doing really exploration? The more I think about it the less I can accept it. No, I've always known somewhere, deep down, that wasn't exploration, it was extermination.
Oh god how many have I killed? How stained are these hands, that fumble to write these lines, in blood? It sickens me, just the thought of the pain I've caused, and the horror of her face keeps me from my sleep: hunting my nightmares. Its gotten so hard to even shut my eyes, that face, that face of an angle and a demon torturing me. Damned hand, stop your accursed shaking how many times will you force me to write this letter. Let me continue before I lose what little nerve I have left.
You may find this next part hard to believe, even after what I've witness I still have troubles believing. Enough with the run around, I've always been a direct man, that's how Ive lived my life, there's no reason to change now. Salem was created with the sole priority to hunt and capture witches. After they were caught they were taken back to our labs where they were probed, prodded, and experiment upon until ultimately there was nothing left to test: at which then they were disposed of permanently.
Then I believe what I was doing was protecting my country like any good soldier, and believe me I was damn good. You see I say was because; a good soldier never questions his superiors, he carries out his orders without hesitation and most importantly he keeps his country's secrets to himself: yes I was damn good once upon a time. But after what I've seen, at the end of my life I've begun to doubt what is most important. Is it being a good soldier, or a good human. I know I'm going to hell for the sins I've committed, there's no doubt about that, so this letter isn't the redemption of my soul but a plea for the rest of the ones I've destroyed.
I can't name them all, hell I can't even count them all, the live I've ended. But one, it stands out, I wish it didn't for it hunts me so, but it stands out. Her name I do know, Anisette Marie, I made sure they spelled it right on her tombstone. Beautiful girl with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I suppose anyone's would be so sad witnessing there parents murdered before them. She was but a mere child and yet she still stood up to her parents' killers and in front of those monsters she summoned what little power she had to keep us away from their lifeless bodies.
I reacted like a soldier, like I was train to when facing a threat. No matter how big or small you crush it. I remember her name, I remember her face, I remember the weight of her lifeless body in my arms. She bleed the same blood, she cried the same tears, as did her parents. And from that day on I was no longer a good soldier. I questioned, I disobeyed, and now, on this tear stained pad I'm telling the secret: to whomever will listen. Here is my secret, here is my country's secret. I still felt heart beat...
I sincerely wish I hadn't,
Sergeant Major, James T. Fields
Imagine yourself a detective, you stumble upon a scene of an decorated officer in front of you, and a little over here and a some more over there on the wall. He no longer looks familiar but the name still rings clear, how couldn't it its been everywhere in the news. This years metal of honor recipient put a bullet threw his head a day after accepting the damned thing, how the news'll love to get a hold of this story. Sometimes they can just make you so sick you need a ci... right, right no smoking in the crime scene.
As you put that rectangular box of heaven back in you nameless officer one hands you the blood soaked letter in a plastic bag. Great your job just got tougher, "James T. Fields is a national hero... he will be missed dearly... the cause of death was accidental... a gun malfunction..." Gah who would believe that, a decorated soldier accidentally shoots himself in the face while cleaning his firearm. And this letter just put the final nail in the coffin, although you're sure that the higher up's will make this disappear too, they already have there story so why are you here. Well to keep up appearances no doubt. You have that promotion coming up and you'd hate to be passed by again, right?
So you do like a good little flunky should; you keep your mouth shut, when they call the press conference you stand there as the detective heading up the case, you give you sincerest condolences for the loss, and you rule the case as an accident and close it. That's what you'd do right? That's what Detective Avery Nickolas did, or was suppose to do. Stepping up to the podium he clear his trough repeating his sincerest condolences for the loss when his chief by his side nodding in agreement. Just the sight made Avery's stomach turn into knots so when it came time for the ruling he paused before delivering the phase that lunched a news frenzy.
"Ahem, James T. Fields was and is a national hero who's unexpected death affect the lives of many... he will be missed dearly. As of now the cause of death will be ruled as an accidental... gun malfunction.... However during the course of the investigating there was a discovery of possible evidence to a different crime. That is all the information we have until further investigation, any questions please addressed to the chief. Thank you."
JEUX D'ENFANTS - September 4, 2008 07:13 AM (GMT)
I CAN'T HELP MYSELF, I'M ADDICTED TO A LIFE OF MATERIAL. IT'S SOME KIND OF JOKE,
I'M OBSESSIVELY OPPOSED TO THE TYPICAL. ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS, RUNWAY MODELS,
CADILLACS AND LIQUOR BOTTLES; GIVE ME SOMETHING I WANNA BE, RETRO GLAMOUR,
HOLLYWOOD, YES, WE LIVE FOR THE FAME. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN THE MOVIES WITH MY
PICTURE IN THE CITY LIGHTS . PHOTOGRAPH MY MIND AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO
SHOOT, YOU DECIDE . ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS, PORNOGRAPHIC GIRLS-ON-FILM AND BODY
PLASTIC GIVE ME SOMETHING, I WANNA SEE TELEVISION AND HOT BLONDES IN ODD -
SCANDALOUS POSITIONS.
I'M OBSESSIVELY OPPOSED TO THE TYPICAL. ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS, RUNWAY MODELS,
CADILLACS AND LIQUOR BOTTLES; GIVE ME SOMETHING I WANNA BE, RETRO GLAMOUR,
HOLLYWOOD, YES, WE LIVE FOR THE FAME. I CAN SEE MYSELF IN THE MOVIES WITH MY
PICTURE IN THE CITY LIGHTS . PHOTOGRAPH MY MIND AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO
SHOOT, YOU DECIDE . ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS, PORNOGRAPHIC GIRLS-ON-FILM AND BODY
PLASTIC GIVE ME SOMETHING, I WANNA SEE TELEVISION AND HOT BLONDES IN ODD -
SCANDALOUS POSITIONS.
AN ORIGINAL GOSSIP
GIRL ROLE PLAY
SCANDALOUS; VICIOUS GOSSIP
GIRL ROLE PLAY
SCANDALOUS; VICIOUS GOSSIP
samaside - September 4, 2008 02:31 PM (GMT)
rewind ten years or so. a fellow named banner, another named
hudson, and a snappy woman named wayne, all lawyers, got
together (not like that) and decided to start their own law firm.
none of them imagined that banner, hudson & wayne would last
one year, let alone ten. certainly none of them imagined that their
firm would become one of the biggest and the most formidable in
the whole of america.
known for it's eccentricity (the BHW christmas party makes the
newspapers every year for it's theatrical nature, don't even get
me started on the halloween party), the firm is going as strong
as ever. behind the murder trials and the environmental lawsuits,
the lawyers themselves have been known to get themselves in
some 'dramatic' situations.
as one person put it, they fuck like rabbits.
on that note, hop on your jet plane, get over to the big apple, and
try not to get yourself into too much trouble.
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THOSE DIRTY TRICKS
IT'S TOO LATE FOR JUBILATION
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samaside - September 4, 2008 10:21 PM (GMT)
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WELCOME TO DELIRAMENTI ASYLUM
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- Despite being a hospital slash mental institute, the weight of death had never really dawned upon the staff of the Deliramenti Asylum until the passing of Dr. William Korsakov. Although the Seattle City Police Department had concluded his death as a tragic accident of natural causes (mainly old age), even the 'saner' staff of Deliramenti could not settle with such deductions. Because clearly, but Dr. Korsakov, like an old habit, was rather die hard. It was so strange and perhaps psychologically disturbing for the staff to have to accept that even men like him were simple human beings, like everybody else. His death had to be a suicide or a homicide. Either way, Korsakov could not have died like everybody else... Right? And so, the medical and psychological staff all pointed fingers at each other, blaming the other for the death of their employer. Friends stuck together, and if there ever were cliques within the Institute, then they had become more strongly defined in structure.
Of course, the other perhaps more 'normal' rumor buzzing about the lounging areas over the steam of scalding hot, insipid coffee was the matter of who would be the next head of this Institute? Of course, James Breckenridge's name was the first name that everybody popped out. He had worked alongside Korsakov the longest, and had successfully worked his way up to the ranks of being the head of the Male Ward. Between himself and Julia Monroe, the head of the Female Ward, Breckenridge had the obvious advantage, given that he was more experienced, and well, although she was a successful and most definitely wanted psychologist, she had been a changed woman ever since the second asylum breakout, six months ago.
Even someone as alone and quiet as Breckenridge obviously gets the rumors through the cracks of his office, and therefore he, too, had anticipated his promotion... Of course, that was only to have it shot down with the mysterious appearance of William Chambers. Coming from London, England, he stepped right into the shoes of Korsakov as if it were his birthright. Of course, people would have questioned this move, except for the fact that even the toughest of the staff were frightened by Chambers' intimidating nature (if they had thought that Korsakov was intimidating, they hadn't seen anything yet), and for the fact that their former employer had left Chambers to take care of business in his own will. The mystery that arises here was that nobody had ever heard of Chambers in their lives. Not even those whom Korsakov had kept dear. Not to mention that a certain James Breckenridge, with his chance of a promotion crushed, seemed oddly... Twisted. Changed, in a way. He wasn't the Doctor that everybody had known before since the appearance of Chambers.
And that was when the first suspicions had started to arise.
As mentioned before, the death of Korsakov was surrounded by mystery. Of course, with Breckenridge's shady behavior, especially with the sudden appearance of Chambers, people started to suspect that it was Breckenridge that had framed Korsakov's 'natural death'. He had the motive, and he had more than enough medical knowledge to, you know, poison him or something and still make his death seem accidental...
The weight of having two major escapes (and no signs of recovery by the escapees who have been contributing to the once again increasing crime rate to the city of Seattle) seems to have harmed Deliramenti's reputation, which, of course, takes its toll on the (mostly) innocent staff of the Asylum. Whatever happened to its good old days of being the most recommended mental institute in the country? Was that not why some of the most talented medical and psychological staff worked here? And what compel them to stay? Reputation or not, there certainly still exists a charm to Deliramenti that keeps the employees getting out of bed every morning.
With a new kind of tension arising within the asylum, not only between colleagues but amongst fellow inmates, and between doctors and their patients, and rumors of Korsakov's suspected 'homicide' spreading, the truth will slowly unwind.
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formerly city of delusion; an advanced insane asylum rpg.
formerly city of delusion; an advanced insane asylum rpg.
Scaramouche54 - September 5, 2008 01:18 PM (GMT)
Well, I don't know if this was exactly what you're looking for but wer have:
At Boarding school...
- More than 5 members
- Humans
- We're of average posting
- Modern, that's for sure
- The most amazing members in the world
- Uber friendly staff
- We're just awesome
At Boarding school...
...no one can hear you SCREAM
Owen Academy’s atmosphere used to be full of excitement, love, and harmony. Nowadays, however, it is infected with unease, tension, and hatred. When the school first opened, everything was fine. The girls took to singing or dancing while the boys took to band or drawing. Acting was unisex; no one really cared who went into that. Things continued in this manor for a while until one year, several new students came and crossed the unwritten gender boundaries of the school. The popular kids were furious and dubbed these new students “outcasts” because they cast themselves out of society freely.
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
The popular kids ignored these new students and made sure they knew they weren’t welcomed. For a while, the outcasts took this exile and put up with it all for the love of their art. There were some outcasts, however, that didn’t like this exile. They rebelled by attempting to date popular kids, socializing with them, and being all around rebellious. The popular kids were infuriated by this and retaliated.
They planned what was to be the ultimate prank. They would kidnap an outcast, tie them up, and leave them attached to a tree in the school court-yard. That would get the point across to the outcasts to leave the popular kids alone… or would it?
One of the popular kids involved in this prank took it to a whole new level. He started beating on the outcast- as they were tied to the tree- and ended up severely injuring her. She had several broken ribs, one of which punctured her lung, several deep cuts, and internal bleeding, all of which led up to her death overnight. The school’s dean found the body, still tied to the tree, the next morning and immediately expelled the students who pulled the prank and pressed charges against them.
Ten years later, it is almost the spring semester of 2008. Rumors of a ghost haunting the halls of the academic building flew around the institution like wildfire and sparked the interest of several students. they formed a group and called themselves The Silencers. As a group, they planned a ghost hunt of all of the academic buildings determined to find this ghost and put it to rest.
But the night they went on the hunt, a dark chilly night over winter holidays, something went wrong. No one knows what happened that night, only that it happened in the Acting Building. The students went in, ready to hunt this ghost, but never left. the building, as well as every other inch of the campus, was searched from top to bottom. Not a single trace that the students were ever there was found.
Police were notified and the school was forced to close down for the spring semester. Now, it is summer and the school has been allowed to open it's doors again to students with the promise that rules and policies will be stricter and security will be much heavier. Students are no longer allowed to be out alone at night, all buildings are required to have security guards at all times, and all student organizations must be heavily monitored by staff. There are lists and books on the new restrictions for the school.
The students hate it. They rebel at every possible moment. From practical jokes on teachers to simply outright breaking th rules, it seems the entire student body is banding together against one force: the rules. When students with some of the top creative ability in the country join forces, who knows what will happen. But what was that whisper from around the corner? Was it the legendary ghost, Isabella, waiting patiently for her next victim? Only she knows. Think you can handle it?
ThoughtlessEpiphany - September 9, 2008 01:29 AM (GMT)
these two are new, but there's a good few people there
Welcome to We All Have Secrets
We are a ART boarding school in lovely Italy. We have people from all over the the world coming here.
But this isn't your typical art school, everybody here has a secret. you can try and keep it,but prepare for the worse to surface
Welcome to We All Have Secrets
We are a ART boarding school in lovely Italy. We have people from all over the the world coming here.
But this isn't your typical art school, everybody here has a secret. you can try and keep it,but prepare for the worse to surface
- "Welcome to St Mary's/St Peter's Catholic school. Situated on the outskirts of Little Rock, Arkansas we are devoted to serving God. Our little angels of this school are blessings and each one will learn about the Almighty. Maybe they came here on their own whim, or maybe they have gotten on trou-"
This is the typical letter to these two schools. St Mary's has been designated as the girls' school, and St Peter's for the boys. The schools have seperate classes and campuses, but mix when it's time for clubs and dances. The nuns and ministers all claim their children are saints, but everyone knows what goes down in Catholic schools. Either the sexy uniform of plaid skirts with white shirts and red ties that the girls wear get the boys of St Peter's "excited" or the girls are enticed by the boys habits of smoking behind the bushes. The churches and schools really have no idea that their students don't live by the precious Bible. But by their own motto...
* Live, Laugh, Love !
* Live, Laugh, Love !