Post by Ravenmaster on Oct 9, 2006 21:00:45 GMT -5
There are always those people at school who just don't quite fit into the plan. They aren't preps, jocks, nerds, geeks, goths, punks, or...anything. They're just there in the background, smiling. You look at your highschool photo's and you see them in the back with that smile on their face. Seeing them so happy, it makes you wonder, Why did I never speak to them? Why wouldn't they say anything?
The fact is, that these people in the background are the people who, very subtly, try to be as unnoticed as possible without being a loner and without being good friends with anyone. They are aquaintances. They are those people in your Biology II class. They're those people that wrote those articles in the paper. They are those people who try to live a life of casual stillness, far into the fading background.
While, outside the public, they are facing a life of crime, yet, in an unnoticed way, a life of a hero...
This Role Play takes place in a large city, at a large high school, within a very small group of people. You can either be the person in the background or someone who tries to figure out who those people are and what they are really doing.
Have fun, you chicken pot pies.
"Steve Irwin died doing what he loved...getting stabbed in the heart by a stingray."
Ooc: I think I'll join as a 'trying-to-solve-the-riddle' type of person...I just need to think of a character.... -ponders- By that way, may I be a soy pot pie...Heh...Being vegetarian and all... Er... that was really random...
Post by Ravenmaster on Oct 28, 2006 22:30:03 GMT -5
(I'm a bad Raven, not posting...well..I went on a trip a few days ago too so.......*click*)
The young woman sat alone in her dark apartment. Well...her brother's apartment. Her eyes scanned the glowing computer screen and typed quickly. The website was a familiar one, a celebrated Online Auction called eBay. She grinned and her tongue went over her straight, white teeth as she watched the bids rise quickly, like a geyser, on her newest auction. She watched a few more minutes before turning off the computer and standing, walking towards the kitchen. There, she turned on the tap and got herself a glass of water, downing it with a couple blue pills easily. She opened her mouth, taking out a simple retainer and headed to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her black, tightly curled hair was pulled back into a ponytail away from her face and her short, trimmed bangs hung down a little above her eyebrows. Her dark skin glowed brightly and her brown, almost black eyes were shining as well. She smirked and put on some shiney pink lip gloss and stepped into the small bedroom right across the hall from her brother's. Her brother was asleep, probably wouldn't be waking up 'til noon. She took this as her opportunity, just like she did just about every week. She put on a pink jacket over her purple blouse and long white skirt and slipped on her sandles and her thin rimmed glasses. She put her backpack on and headed outside into the darker part of the city where she and her brother lived.
A normal girl wouldn't be out after 11 o' clock in a dangerous city, but Ashlee Fairfield was a different story...entirely. Stopping at the nearest gas station that was still open, Ashlee sped into the store and into the bathroom without being noticed by the dozing cashier. In the bathroom, she changed herself quickly and drastically. She twisted the ponytail into a bun and out of her backpack, out came a black hair extention that, went attatched to Ashlee's hair, reached the middle of her back elegantly. She pinned it into her hair and changed her clothes as well. Off went the high school girl attire and on went a slinky scarlet dress that had no sleeves and from the sides to the back, were criss-crossed ribbons of scarlet silk that ended at her waist and left the ribbon into an ornate flower shape on her hip. The dress ended in a little ruffle at her knees. She replaced her sandles with strappy black heels about an inch high. Ashlee washed her face of her normal make-up and replaced it with the more expensive and luxurious kind of make up. She stuffed her other belongings in her bag and put a black shawl over her shoulders. She removed her glasses, brown eyes twinkling in delight and smirked at her reflection then gathered her things up. Across the hall from the women's bathroom was the men's bathroom and to the right of the women's was the storage room. Ashlee looked around a moment then entered the unlocked storage room. She stashed her pack there then walked out again. She slinked up towards the cashier who was still dozing on the counter and knocked on the glass above the lottery tickets gently. The cashier snorted awake wiping drool from the corner of his mouth with one meaty hand and looking up at the beautiful girl. Ashlee smiled kindly and slipped a credit card onto the counter.
"Can you get me a pack of cigarettes please? The expensive ones." She asked and the man nodded, standing and going behind him to grab a pack of cigarettes for her. He charged the credit card then handed it back to her with a glance at the name. He stopped and stared. Ashlee put a finger to her lips. "Please." She murmured, taking the card back. "Just pretend you never saw me, honey." She took the cigarettes, putting them into the expensive black purse she carried along with the credit card. She kissed the palm of her hand then blew the kiss towards the dumbfounded cashier then left. She went towards the road and stood there a moment, taking out her phone, dialing the number.
"Oh! Miss Johnson! Where are you? I've been waiting." The reciever answered. Ashlee's hips swayed slightly and she grinned. "Sorry, Rich, got a little lost. I'm at the Citgo on Garrison Street. Will you come pick me up?" "Of course! I wouldn't be your driver if I didn't. I'll be there in a flash, Saya, or else you might be late for your appointment! See you soon." "Later, Rich." Soon a long, white stretch limo came forward and the driver, an old, grinning caucasion man. "Hello there, Saya!" "Rich!" The girl cried and hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for picking me up. Sorry for making us late." "No problem! At your service, Miss Johnson." He said and ushered her into the back of the limo then went around to his side. As they drove towards a large museum with hundreds of people inside and outside, the old man cried out. "Look at that! Saya Johnson, your name in lights! Preforming at the biggest museum in the country for another artifact found!" The driver laughed then sighed. "But, people are starting to talk that you're cursed. Can you believe it?! Just because a fiew artifacts are stolen after your performances." The dark skinned girl couldn't help but smile a bit. "Really...the nerve of some people..."
Ashlee awoke late that morning, 8 o' clock. "Uh-oh!" She cried, getting out of bed and getting dressed. She glanced at the large paper package under her bed and smirked a little as she made her bed, the blanket shielding the package from her brother's eyes. With a bagel in her mouth she went to the computer to check on her bid. She grinned as last night was the last and only night to bid and she got a good haul. She accepted everything then shut off the computer again. Time for school...but just for today...
"Dadgummit..." the girl muttered, shuffling along the sidewalk. Her large, chocolate brown eyes watched her feet, clad in a pair of white shoes, kicked a rock as she walked along her way. She shifted her knapsack, which was rather old and actually her older brother's. But he never used it, so she took it to use for school. Yawning, Kassi rubbed her slightly pale, freckled face. She wore a large Army coat, also her brother's hand-me-down, and a pair of large green corduroys. Her shirt was barely visible under her coat, but it was a bright orange. Everything she wore, except for the shoes, seemed a size or two too big, though she wore nothing revealing. A scarf was wrapped around her neck, black with red music notes on it. A large, floppy newsboy hat was on her head, backwards, and covered the headscarf, though the ends of it trailed down to a spot where she could fiddle with them comfortably. A fidgeter, Kassi was glad for this. She pushed up a pair of silver glasses back onto her nose, but they slid back down again after a few minutes of her endless plodding. In one hand, the short, scrawny girl carried a black, square case.
"We are but part of the architecture. If you chip us, do we not flake? If you moisten us, do we not grow moist?" ~Victor the Gargoyle, from The Hunchback of Notre Dame