Rewind (Roleplay)

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    How should we start to develop the plot (limit of two votes)? 6

    1. The Creatus are captured by the government and are placed together in a forest arena, forced to fight to the death; once in the arena, they defy and either start to survive in the arena or escape. (2) 33%
    2. Connor’s friendship with Carina and Austin becomes known, developing into something problematic. (0) 0%
    3. A hunt for the Creatus begins, growing to be as extreme as the Salem Witch Trials. (6) 100%
    4. Austin discovers that Carina is a Creatus and turns on her out of anger, telling his family and possibly the king and queen about Carina and the rest of the Creatuses; thus forcing them into possible exile. (3) 50%
    5. I don't know, more options would be nice. (0) 0%

    Feet pounding. That is all you heard, although you couldn't tell if those feet were your own or theirs. Although, why did it matter? Did you want to hear anything else? Well, that is a stupid question; many sounds would be better than the constant sound of feet. Anything would be better than the thoughts racing through your head at top speed, the feeling of moving forward in a way that would never stop, the knowledge that the only thing keeping you alive was your legs, which felt like they were led. But you had to keep running, you couldn't stop until they were gone. Stop... the word echoed in your head. Wouldn't it be nice to just pause? Wouldn't it be nice to just slow down your legs, to rest? Then, you could feel your eyes closing, your legs stopping; the last thing you felt was your head slamming into the dusty ground; the last thing you heard was a single word, that word was: 'Rewind'.


    A Simple Introduction


    So, Why were you running? Well, you are part of a small group called the Creatus. The Creatus is made up of people from all throughout the country that were born with a special power; maybe they can shapeshift, or maybe they can read minds. Whatever it is, each has a special power that is uniquely their own. So, you were running because the government is hunting you down; they want to experiment on you, to find out what makes you the way you are. If they catch you, you are destined for death; their experiments have never been successful when they do catch someone.


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    Carina punched Austin in the shoulder, her lips curved into a wide smile. "You're so stupid Austin," she said as she finally stopped laughing. Austin shoved Carina back so she was laying on the ground and he said, "Don't call me stupid!" He then tackled her.
    "God! Get off of me you great buffoon, you don't want me to call security!" Carina cried, shoving Austin to the side and pushing herself back into a sitting position. Austin sat up, his eyes bright and his face flushed from the small fight.


    The two sat out in one of the palace courtyards, letting the soft, green grass caress their bare feet. The spring air fluttered lightly around them, an occasional gust of wind stirring the fresh air.

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    I was running, running for my life. I turned a corner my heart beating like a drum. But once I was around the corner I stopped dead in my tracks in front of me stood the home of the D'ashante family. I ran into the courtyard I couldn't hear the patter, patter of feet behind me so I changed my appearance into a house maid and slowly made my way up to the stairs were the large door was and knocked. The Government was hunting me, I killed one of the Government officials, they saw me as I did it and eversince they have been tracking me.     [/fancypost]


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    Primrose stared in disbelief as she saw Enobia run past her after her came the Government guards chasing her. Prim rolls her eyes and jumped down from the tree with a silent thud and gives chase after the guards.




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    Connor leaned against stone brick wall of the old rusted alleyway. Bits of dust and smoke filled his lungs, a hint of ash coming from one of the adjacent buildings' coal fire. A sheath lay concealed under his unwashed jacket. He spotted a bit of bread that had fallen from the bakery windowsill. Trudging closer towards it with desperate, he grabbed it quickly before dashing out of sight. He took a small bites of the bread, before stuffing it back into his jacket pocket. He heard shouts and quickly peered around the edge of the alleyway. A young girl was being chased by the city guards. Most likely an orphan... But his instincts told him otherwise. She was a Creatus, like him. He drew his knife, and engraved in the stainless steel blade was the Greek symbol, delta. He approached slowly.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#967739; border: 2px dashed black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; opacity: .60; border-radius: 40px]Enobia:
    I knocked again and this time panic over rushed me as they turned the corner, I changed back into my normal appearance and took out my bow and sheath of arrows. I quickly armed my weapon and shot several timed each arrow hitting the target. I smirked. Better luck next time. I think. Five more come running towards me. One gives a bloody sound and falls to the ground, I didn't even touch it. Behind the official stands Prim. My little sister age twelve. She could kill on contact. I roll my eyes and think show off.
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    Prim gives Enobia a smile in her hand she holds a spear like weapon. Prim looks at the other guards fear not showing in her blue eyes. Four more dropping dead arrows sticking form their chests. The backup squads of Officials come running down into the D'ashante family's Courtyard. Where Enobia and Prim stood. Prim clutches her hands and quickly stabs one in the chest. Another coming down by her Enobia knocked down one, her arrows out. Enobia was an assassin and had trained for this.



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    Jason, who was currently trying to hide his face, watched as Enobia passed, then noticed the guards pass, and decide to began sneaking after Prim, when she passed.

    I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
    To teach us how to fly
    Together we cry, we cry


    Austin grabbed Carina, pulling her off of the grass. "We have to go," he whispered to her, glancing around at the guards hurrying around. He took her by the hand and pulled her through the doors leading back into the palace. "Go up to your room, don't go outside; they're fighting again, probably the Creatus group." Carina nodded uncertainly, turning to the staircase and running up the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the cold marble.


    There comes a time where every bird has to fly
    At some point every rose has to die

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#967739; border: 2px dashed black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; opacity: .60; border-radius: 40px]Enobia:
    I knocked down one and pinned it to the ground "any last wishes?" I hiss, then with a swift movement of my arm I stab him in the chest. He falls limp and I get up and look at Primrose who stood there a pile of dead bodies surrounding her. "I can't help it." She says and points to the bodies. "You did fine Prim." I say encouraging. I take my sisters hand and lead her away, but then a silver like shine catches my eye. I turn to find Connor with his sword.     [/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor=#967739; border: 2px dashed black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; opacity: .60; border-radius: 40px]Primrose:
    Primrose takes Enobia's hand. "Thanks." she says as they start walking but she notices Enobia had turned her focus onto something else. Prim's blue eyes looked up at her sister. Then over to the boy.



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    Connor nodded, and ran over quickly. "You'd better go." he told them. "There'll be more soon." He placed his knife back into his sheath, his grey eyes having a sense of urgency within them. He dashed out of sight into the alleyway, before they had a chance to speak. The sound of more guards rattled through the streets.

    Jason soon arrived on the scene, looking around at all the bodies,"Come on now. Did you have to kill all of 'em? Most are just doin' they're job", he asked with his Irish accent, pulling down the black hood that covered his face before. "Get on out you two, I can talk some sense into 'em. It'll stop more bloodshed."

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    "Not if their job is killing our kind." he argued, a hint of annoyance filling his voice. "I would expect a fellow Creatus, of all people, to understand." His grey eyes glared, but meaning no harm.

    I'm sick of looking for those heroes in the sky
    To teach us how to fly
    Together we cry, we cry


    Austin walked out into the courtyard, looking around at the group of people. "I wondered if that was who was attacking," he said in a powerful voice.


    There comes a time where every bird has to fly
    At some point every rose has to die

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#967739; border: 2px dashed black; width: 400px; overflow: auto; height: 100px; opacity: .60; border-radius: 40px]Enobia:
    I looked at Connor and nodded. "Yes, But we should go." I say. I was in no rush and could easily kill more but they would come in larger groups. I heard the sound of footsteps and turned to find Austin. I have never seen the guy before but I knew he lived in the house.    [/fancypost]


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    Prim looks around and shuffles her feet in annoyance, she couldn't fight any longer. I mean Kill any longer. She hated blood and dead. Enobia's hand slip away from hers and she could see her sister pulling out her digger from behind her back.



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    Connor nodded, urging them to run. "Go. There will be more soon." He pulled out his knife once more and dashed away hastily.

    ❤ Enobia ❤
    I grabbed Prim's hand and ran after Connor, I didn't even know if he wanted me to fallow but I did. My bow was in my hand and slung around my shoulder was my sheath of arrows.


    ❤ Primrose ❤
    Prim took her hand and ran. She could kill just my touching but this made her very tired. She held no weapons in her hands, but she had a tattoo on her palm, with this palm she could touch something and it would die or come to life.

    Connor turned his head, spotting them as they followed. "This way." He hastily climbed up the emergency fire stairwell, the frail steel boards creaking under his feet. He opened one of the doors about five stories up from the ground. Engraved on the door was the number 556. He opened it gently, stepping in. It was a pretty empty room, with some furniture and a small living area, but he continued through to a small attic door tucked against the ceiling in the back of the room. He opened it steam instantly flowed out. He coughed for a few seconds and jumped up, climbing in. He helped the two others in as well, and he closed the attic door. It was a large room. But, it wasn't a room. It was the central control area of the square. Wires and engines whirred around him as he walked through. Metal pipes lined the walls and whistled loudly, as the steel scaffold platforms kept them up. Below the railing, was a fifty foot drop to a painful death. In one of the branches of the area, a bed lay rusty against the steel door. A desk lay adjacent to the bed, and laying on it were stacks of papers, drawings, or notebooks. There were also dozens of gizmos and trinkets covering the shelves of the room. After a deep pause, he spoke aloud. "If you've ever wondered what keeps the town running, this is it."

    Jason then heard the amount of footsteps, and re-thought what he chose to do. He took a glimpse up at the building before running off in the same direction.

    Scarlet pulled her hood farther down over her face. Maybe comign to this place to get a job wasn't the best Idea. There was people and Government people runnign everywhere. Maybe if she just slipped away quietly....


    "Hey, you! What are you doing here!" Boomed a voice, making Scarlet freeze. "Don't you know there are dangerous Creatus around here? Get back to the kitchens."


    Scarlet uttered some hasty apoliges, stumbling back towards the kitchen. She opened the door to the kitchen with a creak, and stopped. She stood amongst a room of chaos, servants and cooks running everywhere. She pulled the hood off, and scrambled admist the confusion, trying to find out where the person in charge was.


    "Um... Excuse me? Someone? Anyone know where the masters of the house are? Hello?" Scarlet called into the crowd vainly, but received no answer from any of the passing persons.

    ❤ Enobia ❤
    Enobias eyes scanned the room, she wasn't that much of a truster but Connor was a Creatus. So she had to. "I'm Enbobia... Thanks, for sorda saving us." she says nevrously as she touches a sketch that lays on the desk.


    ❤ Primrose ❤
    Prim looks at Enobia then sits down interested in Connor, she was only a child and anything could entertain her. "I'm Prim, Primrose." she says and eyes Connor. "What's your power?" she asks.

    Connor smiled. "I'm Connor. And it's the least I could do." he explained, smiling slightly. "So you want to know my power?" he retorted sarcastically. "Let me show you." A tugging sensation in his gut arose and in a instant Primrose was gently lofted into the air. He let her do a small front flip in the air before reaching the ground again. He grinned, before glancing over to Enobia as she examined his sketches. "I'm a bit of an inventor myself. I've gone through dozens of those notebooks."

    Enobia:
    I smiled as I saw prim in the air, she looked scared then a bomb of exitment seemed to go off inside of her. I looked at the sketches. "There.. Nice. I draw." I say, it was a first time meeting someone who could draw and sketch.


    Primrose:
    Prim giggled with joy and once on the ground she pleaded for more, but then something else popped into her tiny brain. "Enobia can change appearances!" she said she didn't like the fact of bringing of bringing up her bloody power.