Questions RP

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Questions RP

Questions RP

 

So I started a "Questions" thread in Down to Earth and I was thinking it could be turned into an RP, so here it is!

 

Here are the original questions:

 

1. Describe your interests, activities, and hobbies. Describe what you do in your spare time. Explain why you’ve gotten interested in these things. (You may include your favorite T.V. programs, magazines, sports, ect.)

2.What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author? If you were on a deserted island, which books would you want to have with you?

3.Describe your passions of learning and how you are currently pursuing them.

4.What do you believe is the most important event, discovery, or development of the last few years and why?

5.Describe any talents you have. How do you demonstrate them?

 I also answered the questions Name, age, and town. Lots of people answered, and there haven't been very many RPs right now. So, I was thinking we could all make a new character or keep our old one. 

submitted by Lexi, age 12, Will in Scarlet--Oct
(June 1, 2013 - 2:46 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Up, little thread, up!

submitted by topper
(August 31, 2014 - 12:33 pm)

POKE!!!!!!

submitted by Poke
(August 31, 2014 - 12:34 pm)

I don't really post as Lexi anymore... So I'm just going as Theo from here on out... Anywho! I haven't written in awhile, so I'll probably mess everything up! YES!

Millard~

There are some things you always expect to be true and then they aren't and that's always disappointing. Sometimes it can be very disappointing. And the fact that we were handcuffed and secured tightly in the limo by our captors was immensely disappointing. It had seemed from the moment that Whitney had decided that I was going to help her rob a bank that she was unstoppable. And now here she was, tied up, demanding things from our captors who were not listening. Still acting like she was the boss when she had no authority at all.

"Hey kid, pipe down," the man said. None of us knew where he came from, but we all noticed the resemblance between him and Whitney. You wouldn't've thought that a man and a girl who had never seen each other before could look so much alike.

"You have no right to call me 'kid!'" Whitney shouted, some amount of anger arising in her.

The man's face hardened. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Nope," Whitney said. "And I don't care."

"Whitney--" I started. Did she know what she was getting into? She looked at me and I saw she did. Her face was smirking, and her eyes seemed to match accourdingly. She had a plan, or a fraction of one at least.

"You will care," the man started, but then shook his head. "I'll call you what I want, kid. Unless you really do want to find out who I am."

"It really doesn't matter to me unless you happen to be Santa. I have a few questions I want to ask him. Like, where does he get all of those presents? Why does he sometimes not give kids what they want? One year I wanted a cat, but I didn't get one. So then I went and tried to kidnap, or cat-nap one, but he got away." A cat...? What brought this on? Then it hit me. A cat. Who got away. It had to be Rodrieguz! Sure enough, examining all of us, Rodrieguz was not with us. 

The man snorted. "Cats are stupid anyways," he said. Much to his suprise, instead of being irritated, almost all of us were smiling tiny, secretive smiles. Sitting right next to him, smiling the widest was Whitney. Cats were stupid. We'd see about that.

 

Uuuughhhhh I don't know. That didn't get us anywhere at all. Sorry. 

submitted by Theo W.
(August 31, 2014 - 4:41 pm)
submitted by top
(September 1, 2014 - 9:31 pm)
submitted by top
(September 1, 2014 - 9:31 pm)
submitted by top
(September 1, 2014 - 9:31 pm)
Ooh! This is great, Theo! It may not have had much action, but it does get us a bit further with Arthur Parkson's personality and figuring out how much he knows! 
~Rodriguez~
I huffed. Cats, stupid? This man had NO IDEA what he was talking about. Why, my second aunt forty-two times removed had lived in the house of someone called "Einstein", and she'd just been formulating her theories about relativity and the possibilities of time-travel when this man had found her papers in the attic and she'd had to give up on that. She'd gone on to discover the Higg's Boson, and it's anti-particle the Chocolate Mousse Boson, but had died without finishing her proof. My second aunt forty-two times removed did love her chocolate-covered mice, that's for sure...
Where was I? Oh yes. Just as the limo's front doors had slammed shut, I'd taken a running jump and managed to pull myself up onto the back bumper of the limo, where I'd found the lid of the trunk slightly open. What a strange coincidence! It is most certainly a trap, I thought to myself, but that didn't stop me from squeezing into the trunk to keep from falling off the back end of the limo. I listened hard to the conversation in the back seat, but it did little to raise my hopes. Judging by Whitney's sudden change of subject, I suspected that they all thought I was their only hope of escape.
But I had absolutely no idea of what to do! I didn't even have my typewriter, it and the other things in my bag had fallen off my back when we'd jumped onto the train... At that moment, I felt like turning around and finding another nice, quiet barn to live in, and spending the rest of my increasingly dull life trying not to wonder what had happened to the crazy people who'd burned down my first barn.
In fact, I did turn around in that dark, cramped trunk filled with who-knew-what-monstrous-things, when I saw something that made me forget about leaving my new friends behind at that moment. The trunk had locked behind me! I sighed. So much for a quiet life dull enough to let me lose my whiskers, I thought, although I was secretly rather relieved. Checking that I still had my fedora on, I sat down and tried to take stock of the situation.
I was locked in the trunk, the others were handcuffed, the limo was being driven by three women, any of whom could probably knock us all out in a moment, and there was a man who looked remarkably like Whitney handcuffed to his seat beside my friends. A mathematician would probably tell me that the chances of us getting out were forty-two-thousand to nil. That same mathematician might also have told me that I'd forgotten to divide the exponent by 42, but I ignored this imaginary rebuke on my math skills and kept thinking.
Perhaps, if I had tools, I could cut through the back of the seat that separated me from the back seat, and then use other tools to pick the locks on the handcuffs. And then what? How would we get out of the car? I decided that was something Whitney could figure out when the time came, so I started feeling around in the trunk, looking for something useful and convenient, like a sledgehammer or a lockpick.
Suddenly, my paws came into contact with something sharp! I felt around it carefully. The sharp thing was probably a nail, and there was another maybe-nail about two inches to its right. And both of them were attached to something soft and rather rubbery, almost like snakeskin....oh no. It couldn't be! There wouldn't be a live snake -- and a big one at that -- loose inside the trunk of the limo! It moved, and I heard a hissing sound accompanied by a low humming that sounded like the creature was singing, aaasmodeeeusssss. Aassssmoooodeeuuuusss. Look into my eyesss, and you will fffind eterrrrnity...
I backed away. "L-look, I'm sure that if we talk about this rationally, we'll come to the conclusion that I do not, in fact, want to find 'eternity', and you do not, in fact, want to eat me!" This sentence ended in a rather un-catlike scream, I'm afraid to say. The snake came closer, and I was so terrified that I didn't hear the squealing sound as the limo stopped. Neither did I hear the doors slamming open and shut. I did, however, hear the lid of the trunk opening, and I saw quite clearly the outline of the frizzy-haired woman as she scooped up the snake with a shudder and locked it in the red metal toolbox behind me. I heaved a long, trembling sigh, and then, I'm afraid to say, I think I fainted.
* * * * * * * * *
Not much action in this one either, but it's too late right now to write any more...
Has anyone else read Redwall? Asmodeus is a horrible snake who is a minor evil guy in the book. (Redwall is both a series and a book, and the book is in the series, just in case you were wondering)
Also, did anyone catch the Gandalf-from-the-really-annoying-Hobbit-movie quote?
submitted by CaptainRead, age 14, VeryBlackLimo
(September 1, 2014 - 9:56 pm)

Hmm, I must have written it wrong again! Still not enough spaces. I'm very sorry Admin, from now on I'll check it twice to make sure it goes through properly... 

 

Anyways...TOP!  

submitted by CaptainReed, age 14, Annoyed@self
(September 2, 2014 - 4:02 pm)

Before I write, I have a few questions:

1) Where exactly ARE these guys taking them? Back to the asylum? To a high-security prison?

2) Is it okay if Millard and Geordie become best friends? I just really like Millard's character.

3) CaptainRead, do you have any ideas about what should happen to Rodriguez after he awakens?

In All Sincerity,

Choca 

submitted by The Chocabookaholic , age 12
(September 14, 2014 - 9:45 am)
Can I join ? If so . . .
Name : Luci Kuggun
Age : fourteen
Town : This boring old forgotten lump of a town. 

1. Describe your interests, activities, and hobbies. Describe what you do in your spare time. Explain why you’ve gotten interested in these things. (You may include your favorite T.V. programs, magazines, sports, ect.) I like doing acrobatics, climbing trees, and genreally standing upside-down. 

2.What do you like to read? Who is your favorite author? If you were on a deserted island, which books would you want to have with you? Books ? BOOKS !!! Books are for sissies ! They sit, I stand ( on my head, of course ) . They laze, I run. Books are for NERDS . I am NOT a nerd. 

3.Describe your passions of learning and how you are currently pursuing them. I learn all my acrobatics by watching the squrriels. I can do about 3/4 of their tricks. 

4.What do you believe is the most important event, discovery, or development of the last few years and why? Hmm. . . I think proably the invention of the tightrope.

5.Describe any talents you have. How do you demonstrate them? I do acrobatics, curl hair, cummune with squirells, and do yoga. I also have a raw talent for acting. I intend to be a hollywood trapeeze artist.
(She could meet with you in hollywood , perhaps)
submitted by Indigo K., age 10, Here and There
(September 3, 2014 - 8:14 am)

I'm sorry, Indigo, but I'm afraid we aren't letting new people join, cause we're already really in depth into the plot and have a lot of characters, so it would be difficult to add someone new in.

Sorry!

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule
(September 4, 2014 - 9:37 pm)

'kay. TOP !!

submitted by Indigo Keli
(September 5, 2014 - 8:41 am)

TOP! I wrote the last part so I can't really continue it further yet....

 

Captcha says vfdm. What about the VFD? Maybe he means "I am (m) VFD"???

submitted by CaptainRead, age 14, topville
(September 8, 2014 - 7:17 am)
submitted by Top
(September 14, 2014 - 8:46 am)
submitted by Top
(September 14, 2014 - 8:48 am)
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