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Post by Mullet Fish on Dec 31, 2005 19:53:27 GMT -5
(Alrighty. This is, I believe, the first roleplay I've started so far on the Black Haven. Besides sparring.
So yeah, I was on Neopets and was browsing the roleplays when I saw one of these. I realized that I hadn't done one since before I joined The Black Haven, and that I used to enjoy them. After trying to join two, without much success, I figured I could start one here. Also, I feel so opressed by the 400 character limit on Neopets. I have to do like, 6 continues just to finish one thought.
So, without further ado, I'll make the introduction. I think I'll make it in the next post. This one's too cluttered.)
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Post by Mullet Fish on Dec 31, 2005 20:26:18 GMT -5
The castle-like structure had been there for as long as anyone could remember. It was said that it had originally served as a refuge for the country's royalty in times of war. It was definitely in an appropriate location, surrounded as it was by dense forest. There was a lake not far from the building which satisfied the building's water needs, and there was enough game in the forest to provide as much food as the royal family could ever need. The building itself was also ideal. Its highest point poked just above the treeline, and since it stood on a sort of hill, a great deal of land could be watched from the highest turret. A wall seemed to keep the surrounding forest at bay, and was topped with sharp, pointed finials. Thick, stone walls and great oak doors suggested the building could undergo months of siege without much effect. The interior was definitely fit for royalty. Great chandeliers hung down the midle of sweeping spiral staircases. The carpet was a fine velvet that was a joy to walk on. The royal bedchambers were just as lavish, and even the servants' quarters were nothing to complain about. Time had been kind to the building. The forest had more or less minded the barrier between it and the lawn that had become overrun with weeds and brambles. The carpet had remained in good condition in the many years since feet had last walked on it, and the chandeliers still worked. The building served quite a different purpose than it had so many years ago, however. It was no longer a refuge for the royal families of a warring country, but rather a refuge for teens who had certain abilities the rest of humanity feared, and sought to destroy. For years now it has served as a school of sorts, where they can come to hone their skills, and feel like they belong.
(Okay, time for my intro. Muahaha.)
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Post by Mullet Fish on Dec 31, 2005 21:04:56 GMT -5
Jake knew the place was around here somewhere. It had to be. He had been following this stupid trail for days now, stopping for the night a good distance off in the trees. He had felt it, as if it was calling out to him. It wanted him to find it, but that wasn't making it any easier for him. If it wanted him to find it so badly, why didn't it give him directions. The path was narrow, and at times precarious. For one heart-stopping instant it had seemed that the path was going to give out, depositing him and a pile of ruble rather forcefully into a deep ravine. As he had put his foot on the path, a loud crack had come from beneath him, and the section of path he was standing on had shifted rather alarmingly. Luckily, the path a few meters behind him had crumbled away, sending loads of dirt tumbling away. The gate was covered with vines, hiding it so well that it was not until he had tried to push the offending vines out of the way had he realized what it was. He felt through the vines, pausing only to brush a large beetle off his arm, until he felt something that seemed like a handle of some sort. He heaved on it and fell backwards as it swung easily open, snapping a few vines. The place was a mess, and Jake's initial assumption was that there had not been any human activity there for many years. Upon reassessment it became clear that there was no more than a few months worth of weeds on the lawn, although it looked quite a bit worse. He trekked across the front lawn, pulled the oak doors open and ventured inside. The inside was a mess. What seemed to be a main office contained overturned desks and chairs, as well as a great deal of scattered paper. The glass on the doors was shattered, and smears of what Jake hoped very much wasn't blood had long since dried. He continued up the stairs, and poked his head in each of the rooms. Each had been similarly ransacked. The windows were broken on quite a few, and one of the rooms was quite badly burned. Beds were not uncommonly overturned, and in one room the outside wall had been blown away, piles of debris outside. And everywhere there were those disturbing maroon streaks. Jake walked back down the hall and down the stairs. He began to feel a chill, and felt a sense of being terribly alone. He sat on the stairs and put his head in his hands, trying to put the pieces together. It was obvious that there had been some sort of a struggle. About what he didn't know. He had seen bullet holes in the walls in some rooms. Perhaps some rebel extremist group had used this as a hideout. But why would they have a front desk? It seemed more like a sort of academy than a rebel headquarters. Then why had it been raided like that? Jake fell drifted off to sleep as he thought about this, his head resting on the soft carpet of the step above him.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Dec 31, 2005 21:09:53 GMT -5
(Holy crap, that is a lot of words. My arms are sore now.
Yeah, feel free to join. The more the merrier. Do you like my little twist? ;D)
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Post by kilisa09 on Dec 31, 2005 23:36:15 GMT -5
((Oooooo...I like it! ^^ There's no one there...O_0 Hey, could I join as someone who had been there for a few days before Jake arrived?))
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jan 1, 2006 16:41:34 GMT -5
(I was hoping someone would suggest that. Go ahead.)
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 2, 2006 20:58:22 GMT -5
((Thankee. My intro probably won't come for a day or so, sorry.))
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jan 2, 2006 21:27:12 GMT -5
(No problem. I'll brainstorm in the meantime.)
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 3, 2006 17:13:00 GMT -5
Kassi had been sitting against a wall outside, stroking a tabby tomcat, until she had heard something. Well, not her exactly, but her cat. He jumped off the brown-haired girl's lap and started running. "Dang it, Tommy, get back here!" she muttered angrily. Like Jake, the place had lured her here, and she had arrived a few days ago, but her food supply (She always kept some food with her, most of the time.) had ran out this morning, and she was planning on striking for home. She jogged after Tommy, her brown eyes trying to keep him in sight. Kassi's green, baggy corduroy pants flapped against her legs. they, like her grey shirt, were a size or so too big, but they covered her more than enough, so she wasn't worried. Her large T-shirt had a picture of a wolf on it, and her pants were held up by a pink belt. Her white shoes were turning tan from the dust, but you couldn't see them much under her over-sized pants anyways. Her hair bobbed in a scruffy ponytail as she ran. She always seemed a bit messy, no matter what, and she was quite short for an eleven-year-old girl. "Tommy!!" she yelled, stopping and leaning against the wall.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jan 3, 2006 17:54:27 GMT -5
Jake thought he heard voices. He sat bolt upright, and stared at his surroundings, momentarily disoriented. How long had he been sleeping? He strained his ears for any further sounds. There! He heard someone shout something. He stood up, trying to be as quiet as possible. He thought it was coming from outside, and crept up the stairs, wincing at each creak and groan. He tiptoed to the room with the blasted out wall and peered cautiously. He couldn't see anything at first, then saw a cat pad across the yard. He pulled himself away from the window. Surely it hadn't been that cat that had called something. His heart was racing. Of course, I could...you know. Do that thing and go investigate, he thought. Jake hated "doing that thing." It created an awful tingling sensation all over, and made him feel uncomfortable for hours. Still, being uncomfortable seemed much better than becoming the next victim of the beings his imagination had come to blame for the destruction that lay about him, not to mention those awful smears... Jake sighed and began to sink through the floor, making a face as his ankles disappeared, then his knees, then his neck, then his head. He came out into a fridge. Jake grimaced as the unpowered refrigerator's rotten contents slid through him, and he emerged through the stainless steel doors, shuddering. That, he thought with disgust, was perhaps the nastiest thing I have ever experienced.
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 3, 2006 17:56:44 GMT -5
Kassi, scowling, followed Tommy inside the building. Tommy ran through different rooms, with Kassi pantins to keep up. "Tommy!" she yelled again, as he ran into what seemed to be a kitchen or something, as it had a fridge. Tommy jumped onto a counterspace and started to groom himself. Kassi yelped with surprise as Jake seemed to materialized from the refridgerator. "Ugh..." she muttered, backing up. Tommy yowled loudly, then went back to licking his back.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jan 3, 2006 18:09:16 GMT -5
(Sorry! I had to modify it. I hit the post reply button by accident. I figured you had gone offline so I didn't bother warning you.)
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 3, 2006 18:40:06 GMT -5
((Oh, woops. I guess I had better redo mine, too, huh? Hang on a sec.))
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Post by Mullet Fish on Jan 3, 2006 20:05:51 GMT -5
Jake kicked the fridge with the offending contents once and turned around. When he saw the girl and her cat sitting there, it startled him so badly he jumped back, sinking into the fridge once more. He was swearing as he sank back out, his voice distant at first, but becoming more clear as he became more solid. He was shaking and flailing his arms about when he remembered the girl and her cat. He regained his composure, trying to maintain the fiction of dignity. "Who are you?" he asked cautiously.
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Post by kilisa09 on Jan 3, 2006 20:16:04 GMT -5
"Me?" Kassi said. "Who're /you/? And what were you doing in the fridge?" Tommy yowled again and jumped into Kassi's arms. She stroked the tomcat.
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