I am in the need of a challenge. I rarely see plots that make it to a conclusion…I would like to see this one make it. I would like people who are really interested and who can challenge me. There is a short app. for this thread but it’s nothing difficult. Fill it out and send it to me via PM. I have filled out Lily’s as an example. Once we have all the cast, we can begin.

Thanks in advance to everyone who shows interest. We will start once all the spots have been filled.

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THE APPLICATION

Character: Lily
Name: Lilianna Dana Vanessa Van Buren
Age: 25
Hometown: New York City
Status: Engaged
Occupation: Medical Student
Play-by: Kristen Stewart
Personality:

• Reserved
• Diplomatic
• Loyal
• Self-sacrificing
• Compassionate
• Passionate (she feels things deeply)
• Harbours her emotions (she keeps her true feelings underwraps)
• Intelligent
• Usually soft-spoken
• Responsible
• Submissive to her family
• Mature
• Torn by her desires and her family’s will
• Secretly adventurous
• Privately carefree
• A silent poet and singer

History:

• Born in NY to Patrick and Marilyn Van Buren
• One of three children, but the only girl
• The middle child
• Has known (A) since kindergarten
• Parents always wanted to join the families, as they were best friends
• Has been engaged for a year
• Wedding is approaching in a month’s time
• Doesn’t love her fiancé, but is content to make everyone else happy
• Has been best friends with (X) since she was ten
• Considers her more of a sister than a friend
• Has never stepped out of line in her entire life
• Seems like a ‘Miss Goodie Two Shoes’
• It isn’t an act, but a choice
• Has always given up her desires for that of her family’s
• Is in medical school for her parents
• Really wants to be an author

RP Sample: The heat wave was still ranging through the city, even the nights were unusually warm, hot and sticky like you’d expect further south. Tempers were raging with the heat; people with already short fuses seemed to have lost them completely as each day the temperature rose a little more. New York was already a city full of people with short fuses and low boiling points and nothing seemed to be helping these days. Why couldn’t rain and release some of the heat and maybe cool a few tempers in the process? It wasn’t going to anytime soon according to weather reports. It was the longest heat wave in recent history and it seemed to making everyone a little bit more edgy. Even now, with the moon full overhead and the steam rising slowly from the grate outside, there was something in the air, something lurking beyond what could be seen, something evoked by heat and frustration. Maybe it was her paranoia with walking home so late on her own, but there was something about the night that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

She had just stepped out of Les Mews, the restaurant she owned and managed for the past two years. Usually she would have used the side entrance, but the feeling in her gut that told her it wasn’t a good idea, had been stronger than what she was used to. She had used the front entrance instead. She locked the door, the bolt driving into the lock with a loud thud. She looked over her shoulders, the feeling of unease growing steadily inside her. She reached in her purse for her phone and began to dial a number absently, and then she caught herself. She stared at the number for a moment, as a taxi flew by with its passengers half out the windows screaming ‘I’m getting married!’ She didn’t hear them. She smiled, a chuckle leaving her lips. She had almost called him. Some habits die hard and for Steph, calling her now former fiancé Nick, to give her a ride home when she felt uneasy about the walk, was one of them. She shook her head. It had been six months since they went their separate ways. Six months since she realised that he was cheating, and only two since the son he’d had with her now ex-best friend, Beverley. Wasn’t it funny how you never saw what was right under your nose? She certainly hadn’t. The four of them, inclusive of Bev’s former boyfriend Mitch were practically inseparable. They went out together, holiday together and Bev was even to be Steph’s maid of honour. She was helping her with the plans, though the wedding was still a year away, and had even been the one to convince her that everything was perfect when she became suspicious of Nick. How did she not see that her biggest enemy was the person smiling in her face everyday, the reassuring voice telling her she was making the right choice? How had she been such a fool? She slapped the phone closed with some venom and was about to stuff it back into her bag when she decided not to. Her fingers nimbly ran over the keys as she made a call. The phone rang twice before it answered, a male voice greeting her from the other end. “Hey it’s me. I know this is weird but, I feel kind of uneasy about tonight. Do you think you could pick me up?” she asked tentatively. Her head nodded and her face fell a little at the response. “Oh,” her mouth formed the word and lingered in the shape for a moment before she continued. “No, no you don’t have to do that. If you’re entertaining, you’re entertaining.” She paused as he spoke again. “No, really don’t leave your guests. It’s rude. I forgot your brothers were in town, I should have known that you would have had plans. I’ll just walk. I’m probably being paranoid that’s all. I’ll call you when I get home. You should bring them to the restaurant tomorrow night, on me. I haven’t seen them in a while. Okay? Wonderful, see you then. Bye.” The smile that had formed on her lips as she spoke to her friend lingered for several moments before it faded as the thought of walking home began to fill her mind and the uneasy tension began to take hold again. She brushed it off and started to walk.

Her car had been in the shop for over a month now, some problem with the something-or-other the mechanic had said, before charging her two hundred dollars for the evaluation. She tried to hail several cabs on the way, but everyone seemed full tonight, or she didn’t like the look of the driver. The feeling of unease was still plaguing her, making her extra suspicious some might say, but she liked to think of it as being cautious. Her three inch heels ticked against the sidewalk, in the silence of the two o’clock streets, it seemed deafening. She was wearing form-fitting black pants and a wine coloured buttoned up shirt with sleeves that reached just above her elbows. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing the soft caramel skin underneath and the diamond star pendant which hung from her white gold chain. There was no need for a coat in the heat; it would only prove to make her more hot and sticky. She hated that feeling. She continued walking alone, her head straight for the most part, though she did turn everyone now and then to see if she could spy an empty cab. There were none. She turned right and then another left, strolling briskly from one street to the other, trying to take the shortest route home. It was going to be a walk, twenty minutes or more and she was trying her best to stay to areas that were more populated as the knots of tension tightened in her stomach. Several times she stopped, the sense that someone was watching her or perhaps behind her, creeping in her psyche. She didn’t see anyone. She had made this trek everyday for the past month, but tonight was different, sinister somehow. She crossed into another street.

This street was quiet, almost unnaturally so. Stephanie lived at the top of a six storey apartment building, which could only be accessed by a large elevator to the back of the building, or a rickety old stair at the front. Though the building looked like nothing to speak about, the interior was impressive and the rent shockingly affordable which was why she was still there. Rents in New York could be astronomical and she wasn’t quite ready to handle the dent it would make in her pocket if she moved. She continued walking down the dark streets that surrounded the area where she lived. She passed a man leaning against a wall, a cigarette lit in his hand and his face obscured by the shadow of the building he was propping up. She didn’t look around, she kept her eyes straight and kept moving, hugging her purse a little closer to her body and continued on. Several metres later she thought she heard something behind her and turned. There he was, or at least it seemed to be the same man, walking slowly behind her with his cigarette still in his hand and his face obscured by the hood he was wearing. The knots in her stomach tightened further and her pace quickened. She didn’t look back again, but when she turned another corner she could see from the corner of her eye that he was still behind her. Her heart rattled with growing fear.

A lump had somehow formed in her throat and swallowing was becoming difficult, as she continued through the maze of streets towards the safety of her home, the streets getting quieter as she continued on. Several streets later she looked back again, and still he was there. He stopped and seemed to be tying his shoes when he caught her glance and she sped up. Heart was a drum in her ears…thump…thump…thump! Then she saw a coffee shop across the street which was still opened. She almost ran towards it. A few moments later she was inside heading towards the cashier’s desk, her eyes darting behind her every few steps. She stood in front of the cashier pretending to order something, while she waited to see if he would follow her in. he didn’t. In fact, he never passed the street at all. Several minutes went by and still no sign of him. She began to relax. She had been being silly. He wasn’t following her; he was probably just on his way home in the general direction she was going. She mentally scolded herself and order a bottled water just to ease her desiccated throat. When she was done, she continued on her way.

She was almost to her apartment, just two more streets and down the alley and she was there, home free and safe. Her heart danced in her chest, much lighter now that there was an end to the tunnel of fear she’d been coursing down since she left work. She even smiled relieved. She walked past the side street which led to another alley on the other side of her building, and then a strong hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her into the dark recess. She screamed but nothing seemed to be able to penetrate through the strong grip but a muffled ‘humph’ of a sound but she didn’t stop. She could feel rough lips against her neck and strong fingers gripping into her skin before she was slammed face fist into a wall. The next few moments that followed, which might as well have been hours for the horror that was in her heart and mind, seemed to take forever. She slapped and kicked and tried to bite, but he was far too strong. Before she knew it she was on the ground with him on top of her, blood running down the side of her face from being slammed into the wall and her bag tossed somewhere in the dark. She couldn’t scream, she could barely move with his weight on top of her and his hand crushing her throat. God, what was he going to do with her? She didn’t want to think about it, but she could already see the terrifying picture in her mind. The only question that needed to be answered was would he leave her alive?

She didn’t stop fighting; her clothes were still on despite his attempts to remove them. She wasn’t going to give up. This wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t…she wouldn’t let it. Please God, don’t let this happen. She cried out in her mind as she tried to push him off of her, and then his fist raised high into the air and connected with her cheek. It went black after that.

Steph! Steph are you alright? Stephy? The voice sounded as if it were underwater. Or was she underwater? She couldn’t tell. It was dark behind her lids she couldn’t see and the voice seemed so far away. Then she was floating suddenly buoyant as she tried to reach the surface but still the voice seemed out of reach, but now more familiar. She knew that voice, she had heard it tonight in fact. Was it half an hour ago or maybe longer? She wasn’t sure. She kept her eyes tight, not wanting to see what was happening to her, or was it over already? It must have been, there was no more choking crushing against her throat, no more weight on top of her. It had to be over. She didn’t want to see what he’d done to her. Her mind filled with horrible visions. She didn’t want them to be reality. The voice became more urgent telling her to open her eyes, asking if she was alright. It even sounded like he was pleading with her to be alright. Was it that horrible? She wanted to cry. She mentally began to assess herself, trying to find where hurt the most. She started with her legs, no pain. Then her arms, there was some pain there where he’d held her down, his fingers grinding into her skin. She was sure there would be bruises. She checks her face, sliding her tongue around in her mouth, it hurt. It hurt a lot and she could feel the onset of a headache coming as well. Her throat was next, and again there was pain. When it came to the rest of her body, the places she thought would hurt most, she was surprised to find they didn’t hurt at all. That was odd. Shouldn’t they hurt after… she couldn’t think of the words.

She had to do it. She had to see. She couldn’t just lay there and deny it in her head; she had to know for sure what she looked like. Slowly, her eyes fluttered, the voice becoming clearer as she became surer she wanted to wake up. Then, they were open and she stared up at the face that matched the familiar voice, there was concern maybe even panic in his face at first, but it slowly melted into relief as he looked at her. She couldn’t speak, she just stared for a very long time but as she realised where she was, that she wasn’t in some hospital far away safe, that she was still in the alley, the fear gripped her heart like a vice and she looked around frantically. “Where is he? Where is?” as she clutched at her friend’s shirt, the smell of expensive cologne and fabric softener filling her nose.

Hey, I'm really interested in playing X... who is the friend of lily... right? I have a character named Galin Romanov that is gay and would love to use him in this instance, because i think it could create and interesting dynamic to the thread/role play if B was bi or even if B was straight that Lily and essentially gay best friend were fighting over the same guy. Let me know what you think and we can discuss it some more before I post an app.

Hey, I'm interested in playing B, what did you have in mind for the mystery man?