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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)
(June 1, 2013 - 2:46 pm)
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This can't die! We just blew up a bank! TOP!
(August 19, 2013 - 8:48 pm)
Gloria~
I met Whitney and Millard in a large office-like room with a menacing metal door. I knew that Whitney was capable of getting past that door, the question was how. I glanced over at Whitney, looking for a clue of what to do next. I wasn't expecting her face to be contorted with three emotions: surprise, anger and confusion.
"What!? I had the password, how am I supposed to get past this thing!" Whitney shouted to no one in particular. I gulped. I thought that nothing could stop Whitney, but this hunk of pure metal did. Was this to be this last obstacle before we were arrested? I shivered.
"Uhh...Whit-Whitney. Y-you didn't know about t-this?" I stuttered.
"No," she answered like this was an ordinary conversation, " Though I shoulda. How I didn't is beyond me. Well, I guess we'll just have to finsih this off the old fashioned way, though I was trying to avoid this. Wait here". Whitney dashed off towards the front door.
"What am I doing here?" I asked to myself, almost sad. Millard looked at me with surprise, "You know why we are here! We are...," he looked around for spying ears then whispered, "robbing the bank". I stifled a chuckle, "Yes, thanks for reminding me". Millard shifted his weight to his left foot and glanced at his watch, "What is taking Whitney so long?"
Whitney answered our question that instant when she walked in the room carrying a tan canvas bag. My stomach droppped, I knew what was in the bag. Millard, on the other hand, had no clue what was in the bag. "What's that?" he asked.
Whitney held a stick of red dynamite up, "This is our ticket inside!"
I felt the blood drain from my face. Millard, pale and wide-eyed, said, "You're not..." Whitney nodded, "Yes, now both of you duck outside the door". I obeyed instantly, grabbing Millard hand and pulling him behind the door. "Crouch down and cover your head with your hands," I directed him.
I heard a match being lit, then Whitney came running to our safe spot.
BOOM! The whole building shook and pieces of the ceiling crashed a foot from where we were. I breathed a sigh of relief. We were safe.
Whitney pushed the door open with her shoe, "Well that worked!" A state of destruction met our eyes. Rubble was everywhere and dust rose into the air. Millard coughed. "Here, take this," I said, handing him a piece of cloth. He placed it over his mouth.
Whitney was already ahead of us, stepping over the rubble towards the spot where the obstacle once stood. "Hurry up, guys! We've found the jackpot!" she said rubbing her hands together. Millard and I caught up.
"Wow!" I said, awed. Stacks and stacks of green money were piled high in the center of the metal room. Bars of gold lay unattended on the ground.
"What are we waiting for?" Whitney asked, handing us large burlap sacks, "Gather the dough!"
"DROP THE BAGS AND TURN AROUND SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS UP! DON'T TRY ANY TRICKS," a deep booming voice said. We were caught.
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Yes, I know. They were caught red handed! I had an idea though. We should let the cops take Whitney, Millard and Gloria and put them in jail. Then, we could come up with a jailbreak! That's just an idea, do whatever you want.
(August 20, 2013 - 11:04 am)
Millard~
"DROP THE BAGS AND TURN AROUND SLOWLY WITH YOUR HANDS UP! DON'T TRY ANY TRICKS!" We were trapped and caught. I dropped the bag of money in my left hand. This is NOT what I thought the consequences would be for waking up at eight thirty in the morning.
A large policeman who covered the whole doorway glared at us as we turned around. "Walk out with your hands up!" he bellowed at us. As I walked out the door behind Whitney and Gloria, my hands up, I wanted to cry. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve THIS?
I knew the answer. I had attempted to rob a bank, that's why.
The police officer lead us into the parking lot. It was filled with police cars and "DO NOT CROSS" tape. I thought I saw a news truck pulling in to the lot. Oh great. I was going to be on the news for robbing a bank.
Gloria was the first one to be lead into a police car. She went without a fight, her eyes closed, her brows in a furrow. I wondered what she was thinking right now.
Whitney went next. For the last few minutes, it seemed to not have regestered to her we had been caught. "Hey Millard," she hissed at me, as if she had a plan.
Too late. "Miss, you'll have to come with me."
"No." Whitney refused.
"No?" The officer grabbed her arm. "I think yes."
"No," Whitney repeated, struggling against the officer's grip. More officers gathered around. All the attention was on Whitney.
It was now or never.
I didn't quite understand what I was doing when I dashed under the police tape and into a nearbye alleyway. I heard a shout from behind me. "Catch him! He's making a getaway!"
Again, I wondered what I did to deserve this.
I ran faster than I thought my legs could take me down the alley. I heard pounding footsteps behind me, but not as urgent and quick as my own. My heart was pounding at the same pace as when you play the drums to a steady beat really fast and speed it up by 200%. I veered a sharp right and almost fell over.
"The Silver Sword" a black sign claimed in silver lettering. A candle in the window told me it was open. I flung open the door, hoping the police wouldn't follow me in there.
The man at the desk stared at me, panting and sweating in his store. I stared at him, and then stared at his store. It was filled with swords. Narrow ones, but swords at that.
"Do you fence, young man?" the guy at the desk asked me in a Londoner's accent.
"I'm thinking of taking up fencing," I lied.
"You certainly seem excited about it."
"Oh yes," I tried to smile. I could hear the police outside. "I ran all the way here. Faster then walking."
"Indeed," the man raised in eyebrow. "Would you like to try a sword?"
"Yes!" I entused. "Yes please."
He handed me one with a spirally hilt and a little knob at the tip of the blade.
"What's the knob for?"
"It keeps people from getting hurt."
A police woman kicked open the door. "Give it up kid."
I held up the sword and gulped. "No." With that, I charged at her out the door.
(August 20, 2013 - 5:37 pm)
Gloria~
We walked outside into the night, our hands raised high in the air. Thunder rumbled and lightning lit up the sky, not that we needed the light. About ten police cars, with their sirens blaring and lights flashing, surrounded the building. Two officers were rolling bright yellow tape with the crime scene words, 'POLICE LINE: DO NOT CROSS'.
News vans were beginning to drive to the scene. I did not want my face plastered over tomorrow's front page headline, but I couldn't do anything about it.
The police officers lined us up in front of the building, then searched us for any weapons or dynamite. Finding none on me, a thin young officer grabbed my arms and roughly pulled them behind my back. It hurt, but I didn't make a sound. The man then handcuffed me and lead my towards the police car.
I know I should have been nervous or put up a fight, but a calm serenity filled me. I kept my eyes closed and took several deep breaths as the officer pulled me closer and closer to my awful fate. I thought of my parents, wondering how they'd react to my arrest at age fourteen. I thought of Whitney who got me into this mess. Then, I thought about poor Millard. I mean, he didn't look to good when he first heard of Whitney's plan. Hopefully, we'd see each other in jail.
I slid into the backseat of the police car, as photographers snap pictures of me. I remained still, but opened my eyes. I watched through the rain as Whitney stubbornly refused to go with the police. As she struggled with three officers, Millard made a rash move. He ran.
'I hope you know what you are doing Millard', I thought, silently wishing he just surrendered peacefully. Whitney finally stopped struggling once Millard ran away. 'That was probably part of her plan,' I thought, 'It's just like her'. The police officers led Whitney to the car behind the one I was in.
The man that handcuffed me hopped into the drivers seat and a police women sat in the passengers seat. With the siren blaring, we drove away.
We arrived at the police station a few minutes later. The lady opened my door and led my inside the station.
''Chris, what should we do with them? It's late and I'm tired," she yawned. "Eh, let's lock 'em up and we'll run identifications in the morning, Liz," Chris said. "Have they caught the other little rascal?" Liz asked, pushing me in the cell. "Not yet, but we will," Chris told Liz. Liz looked at me with authority, "Behave. Get a good nights sleep. It's goin' be a long day for you rascals tomorrow".
She slammed the cell door desisively and then walked away.
(August 21, 2013 - 7:35 pm)
Sorry ya'll! I've been meaning to write forever!
Whitney ~
I was, I'll admit, aggravated by the polices interference. But it was nothing more than a mild set back. Of course they searched us, finding several sticks of dynamite and a pocket knife. They appearently deemed all this worthy enough to consider me either a) a lunatic, (which everyone who had met me already knew), or b) a deranged killer (yes, like I'm that). Though several of the officers already knew me, and had a fit of a mixture of groaning and delight. I knew the police were crazy. But anyway, there I was, about to be put in the car, when a brilliant idea struck me.
"Get in," the officer ordered.
"No," I replied flatly, and I started to resist. Thankfully, Millard got the idea, and bolted.
I knew he'd make a good accomplice!
After I was certain he'd made his escape, I quite struggling, and got calmly in the car behind Gloria's. They evidently didn't want us together, no surprise. We were driven to the station, and there deposited in opposite facing cells by some very lazy guards. After the door had shut, I looked across the hall at Gloria, who was sitting on her bunk.
"Well, now that Millard is free, this certainly shouldn't take too long to get out. Then we're on the road again!"
Gloria looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and dejection.
"You're not serious," she said.
I grinned. "Of course! And we can just snag the money on our way out! You know, they're keeping it right here in the jail since we blew up the bank."
Gloria just shook her head at this, and lay down on the bunk. I too, lay down, grinning in anticipation. This was going to work out quite well, despite all odds.
(August 22, 2013 - 12:11 pm)
Great idea! (I do fencing too--it's really fun.)
(October 14, 2013 - 2:52 pm)
@ Theo (since I know you'll back at this thread)
You are the next interviewee on the Chatterboxer Interviews on CaC. Just wanted to let you know.
(August 22, 2013 - 7:32 pm)
TOP!
(August 25, 2013 - 8:24 pm)
Thanks! If you hadn't put that reminder there I wouldn't have known.... (It still took me three days to find it! Sorry!)
(August 26, 2013 - 8:49 am)
Your welcome!
(August 28, 2013 - 11:27 am)
Millard~
I charged at the policewoman, my sword pointed at her. She stepped away from the door fast. I ran past her and into the alleyway like a crazed lunitic. I could still hear the police officers chasing behind me. When will they give it up? I wondered. My legs can't take it much longer!
I turned a sharp corner and another one and hoped they still weren't following me.
"Let's head back," I could hear one of the officers saying. They were so close by! "We've lost him, but he looks like the type who will surrender in under a week." I wasn't breathing, at least as far as I was aware. If another officer disagreed, they would turn the corner and find me.
"I'm getting tired anyways," another officer said. "I'll need at least a cup of coffee before I can chase that boy again."
I heard their footsteps head off into the network of alleyways. I finally got the courage to breath. Now what? I looked down at the sword in my hand and thought of Gloria and Whitney, probably sitting in jail wondering why I wasn't there with them. I remembered Whitney's struggle. It didn't seem like her.... I felt like should would fight the police in a manner other than whining.
Suddenly, my eyes widened. Had Whitney meant for me to get away? Then... was I suppose to rescue Gloria and Whitney? I closed my eyes and wished I was brewing coffee for Whitney or baking bread right now.
Slowly, I navigated my way back to the street, feeling nervous. First, I had attempted to rob a bank, then I had stolen a sword, and now I was about to attempt a jail break.
Sorry. Pause. Here. I just had to say that it was a little disheartening when I wrote "then I had stolen a sword" and "Consider yourself" came on. A little off subject, but the song is too happy for this scene! Back to the story.
I came out on Second Street. The police station was two blocks down on Fourth Street. I sighed, set my shoulders back, and started jogging the two blocks.
I came to the police station, panting and red faced as well as scared half to death. What was I doing? What was my next move? I looked at the police station, feeling desperate, when I heard someone say, quite clearly and loudly "Millard. I'm glad you could make it."
(August 27, 2013 - 1:57 pm)
Oh! I don't know where to go with this! There are too many options! If you want something changed in this next segment please tell me and I'll fix it.
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Gloria~
I groaned and flopped onto the bed, my head face down in the itchy pillow. Was Whitney serious? Robbing a bank was one thing, but breaking out of jail was another.
Whitney sat on her bed in the opposite cell, her face thoughtful. I turned my head and closed my eyes, hoping that whatever she was formulating it wouldn't involve breaking the law. Again. Tired, I fell into a deep slumber.
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"Hey Gloria, wake up," someone whispered while nudging me awake. "Go away," I mumbled, still half asleep. "Come on Gloria," another voice said. I rolled over and opened my eyes. "Millard!" I exclaimed, shocked. Wait, Millard wouldn't come here by himself, I turned my head to find myself face to face with Whitney. "Why hello sleepyhead. Ready to grab the cash and flee?" Whitney said.
"How did you get in here?" I asked glancing at the open cell door. "Long story, we gotta go befoere the coppers come back," Whitney said. I slid out of the uncomfortable bed onto the cold floor. "Alright, let's get moving," I replied.
(August 28, 2013 - 11:44 am)
@ Teresa: I thought that segment was great!
Whitney ~
The jail was an older style (either the station wasn't getting any funds to fix it up, or the police decided real windows weren't necessary), but my window was a half broken old thing that leaked water and let cold air in. I curled up in the coarse blanket that hardly offered any warmth, waiting, thinking. I listened to Gloria's steady breathing, the rhythmic dripping of the window, and the occasional sounds from the main office. Suddenly a voice echoed from the office I hadn't heard before. It was a woman's, though it was loud, and authoritative. The officer at the desk and the new woman carried on a small-talk, meandering converstation that I quickly lost interest in. Suddenly, the conversation stopped, and the front door opened. After a moment, I heard someone walking just outside.
"I could have sworn," the woman said, but left the sentence hanging. I listened to her turn and walk back inside. Silence, then;
"Millard, I'm glad you could make it," the woman said. My blood ran cold.
"Don't try anything kid," the other officer said. A chair scraped across the floor.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash, several shouts, running, another yell, then silence. By now I was holding onto the cell bars, gazing intensively at the door. Suddenly, it swung open, and Millard walked in. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"What happened?" I asked.
"No time," he answered. He unlocked my cell, then strode over to Gloria's.
"Hey Gloria, wake up," I whispered.
"Go away," Gloria mumbled in responce.
"Come on, Gloria," Millard said. She rolled over and opened her eyes.
"Millard!" She exclaimed. She turned to look at me.
"Why hello sleepyhead. Ready to grab the cash and flee?" I asked, grinning like a Chesire cat.
"How did you get here?" Gloria asked, her eyes straying toward the open cell door.
"Long story," I replied, glancing at Millard, "but we gotta go before the before the coppers come back."
"All right," Gloria said, sliding out of the bed. "Let's get moving."
We entered into the main office, where the two officers looked as if they'd just fallen asleep.
"What the heck did you do?" I asked Millard. He simply looked sheepish and walked over to the vault.
"I think the money's in here," he said, "but naturally, it's locked."
I grinned hugely. "May I?" I asked. He looked suspicious. I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, I won't blow up the station." I knelt down in front of it, putting my ear and hand to the door. I snorted.
"This is way to easy," I said. After a few more twists, the door swung open. "Voila!"
"Snag it and bag it," Millard said, holding a burlap sack that had been on the desk. "Tag it," I added. (Okay, sorry, that's an inside Warehouse 13 joke I couldn't resist adding ;)
After we were loaded up with money, I glanced around, my eyes finally landing on a black bag that I'd kept in the car for emergencies. I placed in the vault.
"What's that?" Millard asked.
"Counterfeit money," I answered. "Keep it for emergencies."
(August 29, 2013 - 10:34 am)
@BHR
Thanks!
@Lexi and BHR
I'm going to be gone for the next few days, but I'll get back to writing as soon as I am back.
(August 29, 2013 - 7:59 pm)
Name: Quilla
Age: 15
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.)
Quilla likes collecting coffee, being a lunatic, boys, money, fire, crossword puzzles (and Sudoku), and of course writing.
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?
Anything for age 22+
3.Describe your passions of learning and how you are currently pursuing them.
Quilla studies engineering, technology, design, and architecture. She studies them by going MIT twice a week as a exception to normal college rules. (such as age, classes, and attendance)
4.What do you believe is the most important event, discovery, or development of the last few years and why?
Quilla only cares about the future.
5.Describe any talents you have. How do you demonstrate them?
Brains, lunacy, making money, kidnapping, stealing, driving, explosions, puzzles.
BTW- this character is not based on Whitney. I had been planning to make her for a while.
(August 31, 2013 - 5:11 pm)