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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)
Top! What happens next?! Top with you, TOP! Top Top TOP!
(September 5, 2013 - 2:30 pm)
Gloria~
After placing the counterfeit money in the vault, Whitney slammed the door shut. Instead of clicking and locking like it should, the door bounced back open. "Mayonaise!" Whitney muttered while closing the vault door. Again, it bounced open.
Whitney was really getting mad now. "They'll know we took the money immediately if they see the door open!" she said to Millard and I, as she closed the door gently and leaned against it. Then, she slowly walked away. It stayed closed. "Finally! Let's get this show on the road," Whitney said, motioning for us to follow. Just then, the vault door creaked open.
"Oh, Ebenezer Scrooge! I can't handle this!" Whitney said, obviously not suspecting that this problem would occur. She slumped into a chair, covered her eyes with her arm and moaned. "Why me. Why now," she grumbled. Millard and I exchanged looks. This was definitely out of character for the 'always ready for a problem' Whitney.
Millard took his pointer finger and gently poked the door closed, only to have it open again. "It's useless," Millard said, shrugging.
I looked at the vault door. "Let me see if I can fix this," I told the moaning Whitney and the shrugging Millard.
The vault door strangely resembled the gears and other parts of a clock. I had been practicing taking apart and putting together clocks for the last six years of my life. The problem should be an easy fix for me.
Studying the gears for a minute, I noticed there was one gear popped out of its given place. When the door is opened the other gears pushed this gear out of it's place to make sure the door wouldn't fully close. That was done so the police would easily notice if anything was stolen. All you had to do was twist the right gear to the left to bring the problematic gear back to its place. Amateur clockwork.
I moved the gear back to it's original place and closed the door. It stayed. "It's closed," I announced to Whitney and Millard. Whitney finally took her arm off her eyes to look at my handiwork. "How did you do that?" she asked awed. "Long story. For now we need to get moving!"
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I really don't know anything about clockwork and gears, so I just made something up. I hope it makes sense.
(September 8, 2013 - 3:10 pm)
Hey, I couldn't grasp it cause it sounded completely real to me cause I don't know anything about clockwork anyways. So in other words, it sounded fine to me! I couldn't be any the wiser. And heck, I don't know anything about any of the stuff I've recently written (well, I take that back, I know a little about cars thanks to Top Gear), but hey, your doin' great!
Whitney ~
I stared, mouth open for a second at Gloria's handywork. I don't normally lose my head, but I'll admit, my emotions had started to get the better of me, and I was starting to fray.
"How did you do that?" I asked, mouth still open. I seriously wanted to know. That would come in quite handy, I knew.
"Long story. For now we need to get moving!" Gloria said, dragging me to my feet. We dashed out the door, heading to the parking lot. For a second I really did want to burst into tears, not over cash, or that the police had caught us, but my car, my sweet, beautiful Aston Martin, was nowhere to be seen. I sniffled. I loved that car.
"Around back!" Millard said, as if reading my thoughts. We ran around back, and there, beneath a dingy street lamp, sat my baby. My Aston Martin V12 Vantage S (okay, I've gotten WAY too addicted to cars!). Then I noticed, a large, ugly boot attached to the front left tire.
"What now?" Millard asked, groaning. I moved swiftly to the back, flung open the back, and walked back to the front. Thankfully, Millard and Gloria evidently knew me well enough to guess what I was going to do. I raised a sledge hammer of my head, and brought it crashing down onto the boot. It clattered off the tire with a resounding dull clang.
"Well, that felt surprisingly good!" I said. "Get in." The two climbed in, Millard up front and Gloria in the back. Both were sure to strap on the seatbelts quite securely. I hopped into the driver seat, started up the ignition, and we shot off down the lane.
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Goody goody, I was so worried this had died. Btw, as a disclaimer sort of thing, an Aston Martin V12 Vantage S has only two seats. So just imagine it with four.
(September 8, 2013 - 9:14 pm)
Okay. Finnally, Millard~
We were finnally heading back to where we had started.
Which happened to be Whitney's base, which I suppose wasn't actually a good thing.
"Well," said Whitney, after a long silence. "That was fun!" I closed my eyes and pretended I wasn't there. "So, Millard, how did you get past the police?"
Great. "I... I'm not exactly sure," I lied.
"Mmm. Well, good job anyways. And Gloria, you picked the lock!"
"It's a lot like the insides of a clock...." I felt myself slowly drifting off to sleep. I dremt of coffee, bread, and the police.
So short. And when I wrote the police, I don't mean the band. But, you know, maybe Millard was dreaming about all of this with "Roxanne" stuck in his head.
(September 13, 2013 - 5:54 pm)
GUYS! STARTING THIS EVENING, MY INTERNET IS GOING DOWN! SO PLEASE DON'T LET THIS RP DIE!!!!!!!!! I'LL BE BACK IN ABOUT A WEEK.
Whitney ~
Millard fell asleep on the drive back, as did Gloria. I headed toward the safe house, thinking. Suddenly, a thought struck me. I swerved around another corner, taking out yet another mailbox. Thankfully, no one stirred. I took a long, different route than the one I normally took, careful of how fast I went through where, keeping track of the streets.
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I knew Gloria and Millard probably panicked slightly when they woke up and I wasn't there. I had parked out in the middle of the woods, not a sign of human life anywhere. I came strolling out of the trees, dirt covered, shovel over my shoulder.
"What have you been up to?" Gloria asked.
"There was a tracker under the car trunk," I answered. "I burried it. We're about thirty miles from anywhere that is anywhere." We're good now, though!"I added quickly at their horrified expressions.
"What now?" Gloria asked.
"Back to the house, I assume," I answered, walking around to the drivers seat.
"Is that a good idea?"Millard asked.
I hesitated. "No, but we'll at least go back and plan our next move." I stopped and grinned my wolfish grin. "Plus, I've got a coffee maker, so you can make bread and coffee!"
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So, again, I WON'T BE HERE!!! So please keep writing ya'll. Come up with something absolutely outrageous! Do whatever with Whitney (to an extant). I trust ya'll! I'm cool with her getting in trouble with the police, robbing again, whatever. Or your character can try! JUST KEEP WRITING!
Cappie just repeated himself! He says mrzt. I think he means maserati. I think Cappie wants a Maserati. Good choice Cappie.
(September 14, 2013 - 11:15 am)
Will do!
@Lexi
I have a really, really, really bizzare and amazing idea for the next 'activity' our characters do, but I can't write it until Tuesday evening. Could you please wait to write until after that?
(September 15, 2013 - 7:53 pm)
Sure! I really can't think of anything....
I can't wait to hear what it is!
(September 16, 2013 - 6:57 pm)
I hope this idea works! I thought about it on a long, boring car ride, so my imagination was a bit ... interesting.
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~Gloria
"Millard, your job is to make some bread and coffee, while Gloria and I stew up our next adventure," Whitney ordered as we entered the house through the back door. Whitney thought that it would be safer for us to park in the back of the house instead of the front, where anyone could see us and report us to the police.
Millard went into the kitchen to prepare our food and Whitney and I sat in the nearly bare living room. "Wasn't that fun!," Whitney exclaimed while sitting down on a wooden chair, "I mean it's not every day that you rob a bank, go to jail, escape with the money and come back home safely!"
I nodded. I was beginning to think that Whitney was nuts.
"Any ideas of our next front page story?" Whitney asked giddily.
"No. I just want to take a nap, I'm so tired," I said, yawning for emphasis.
"Sorry, no can do! What if we rob a jewelry store? We'd make millions, billions, trillions!" Whitney said, raising her hands higher and higher with each increment of money.
"No, there's three reasons, a) to get trillions in jewelry we'd have to carry pounds and pounds of heavy jewelry, b) no one would buy a bunch of jewelry from some kids without becoming suspicious and c) I don't want to," I explained, crossing my arms.
Whitney just sighed and shrugged.
Millard appeared a few minutes later carrying a tray of homemade bread, tomato soup and coffee, "The food is here! I found a can of tomato soup and decided to make it to create a healthier meal". Millard handed us each a plate of bread and a bowl of soup. I peered at the bread. It was shaped like an animal, instead of being squarish. 'He probably didn't have the right materials to make normal shaped bread,' I thought, dunking my bread into the soup.
I started to hum 'Animal Crackers in My Soup', I song I memorized when I was four after watching a Shirley Temple movie.
CRASH! Whitney's plate and bowl of soup went flying in the air and smashed into countless tiny glass pieces. Whitney was standing, a wild grin on her face. "YOU GUYS ARE GENIUSES!!!!" she shouted, obviously happy about something.
Millard and I looked at each other, exchanging confused glances. Whitney saw our exchange, rolled her eyes and slapped her forehead. "Seriously?" she exclaimed. "You guys are the ones who thought it up and I totally agree. Animals are inhumanely caged and should be free!"
"Uh, Whitney. We didn't come up with this plan. What is it?" I said, timidly.
"Really? We are going to free all the animals inhumanely caged at the National Zoo," Whitney exclaimed, grinning like a Chesire cat.
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Alright, how's the idea?
(September 17, 2013 - 2:52 pm)
That's AWESOME! I laughed when I read Whitney's last comment.
Millard~
So now we were going to set a bunch of animals loose.
"...but WHY exactly?" I asked, walking over to get a dustpan to clean up the shattered dishes. I sighed to myself. Ten minutes, and I was already in charge of the housework.
"They've been inhumanely cage in the Zoo!" Whitney excaimed. "Didn't I say that already?!"
"But what if they like it there?" Gloria cut in.
"Did you like it in jail?"
"It's not the same thing--"
"So it's settled! Our next stop is the zoo!!!"
I just swept the broken glass into a dustpan and regretted trying to make animal shaped bread.
(September 18, 2013 - 5:42 pm)
Haha! Oh my gosh I love it!
Whitney ~
I was bursting with enthusiasm that no one else seemed to share. I simply couldn't understand it! It was such a simple idea. I mean, I was PETA insane, but zoos were pointless! All the children either laughed or screamed at the animals who sat around all day getting fat and lazy! They needed freedom, action, ADVENTURE in their short pitiful lives!
"Millard, ignore the broken dishes. I'm always breaking things and they're always mysteriously gone by the time I get back from wherever," I said, waving him over. He looked up horrified. I don't know why. I thought that was a normal thing, but I guess not.
"Okay, plan of attack. This is a bigger opperation than the bank because we're covering more space, and more employees, and money wasn't living. Plans?"
(September 18, 2013 - 8:54 pm)
I can see Millard's face when Whitney says that. So that's where I'm taking off!
Millard~
"Millard, ignore the broken dishes. I'm always breaking things and they're always mysteriously gone the next time I get back from wherever," Whitney told me, waving my dishpan work away. I looked up, shocked and suddenly very, very scared. Someone was in here.... cleaning... when Whitney was away.... WHAT?!
"Okay, plan of attack. This is a bigger opperation that the bank because we're covering more space, and more employees, and the money wasn't living. Plans?"
I gluped. "Everything you break just... disappears?"
"Millard, that's not important now!" Whitney cried. "It's the animals, in their containers, displayed so injusticly that matter!"
Gloria yawned. "Can't we at least get an hour of sleep first?"
"I asked for plans, but instead you two try to change the subject!"
"How about," I said somewhat sarcasticly, "we go to the zoo, steal the zookeeper's keys, break in after dark, and free all the animals."
"PERFECT!" shouted Whitney. "Millard, you're a genius!"
"This plan includes a nap, right?" Gloria asked, still dozing off. Millard yawned too. He had to admit it, he was tired. Hopefully there was just a moment for sleep...
(September 19, 2013 - 8:08 pm)
Whitney ~
I sighed. "All right, yes, we can take a nap." Despite my being the Energizer Bunny gone rogue, I needed some time to rest. Millard slumped into one of the chars, while Gloria curled up on the sofa. I swung my legs over the arm of my chair, and leaned my head against it's cushy arm. I quickly fell asleep, dreaming vaguely of animals in an Aston Martin drinking coffee. Odd. But my brain soon woke me up around six in the evening. Perfect. Just enough time to nab the keys and lie in wait for the zoo to close. I stood up, and walked over to the bookshelf. There was several stuffy, thick, old volumes of books I couldn't pronounce. I pushed aside two, reaching in to grab the car keys. I always kept them hidden, just in case. I also grabbed a few screwdrivers, and a mechete. I figured these might come in handy somehow.
I stood up, turned around. I looked back at where the broken dishes had been. They were gone now, as I had expected.
"They're gone," Millard said sitting up, staring as well.
"Of course!" I said brightly. "Maybe it's ghosts! Or a hobo, or bigfoot, or even a deranged killer!"I gripped the mechete and stuffed the screwdrivers into my pocket. "Ready?"
(September 21, 2013 - 3:44 pm)
Gloria~
Whitney started the car and zoomed down the street at 110 mph. "Slow down! Slow down," I shouted above the blaring radio. Whitney hit the breaks, making us come to a sudden halt. Millard turned the music off. "Sorry. I guess I got a little over excited," Whitney explained, as she made the car drive forward at a non-neckbreaking speed.
We drove for about two hours before Millard said, "Hey Whitney. How much longer until we get there? When I went to the zoo with my family, it only took about an hour and a half". "Don't worry about it. We are almost there," Whitney said.
Another hour later, Whitney pulled up to a gas station. "We are lost". Whitney showed no outward signs of distress or anonyance, she just looked...normal. "I'm going in to find on of those pamphlet thingies dealing with the zoo and I'll buy a map. You guys can come in and buy a snack," Whitney said stepping out.
Five minutes later, Whitney came back out with the supplies. Opening the car door, Whitney tossed the map to Millard. "You are going to tell me which way to go," Whitney said.
Finally, after hours of driving we arrived at the zoo. It was one o'clock in the morning. "I think it would be best if we waited until tomorrow night to free the animals," I suggested, "That way we can go through the zoo tomorrow, look at what we are working with and you know, just get used to the surroundings".
"Great idea!" Whitney said.
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It's not my best piece of work, but at least it gets us to the zoo.
(September 22, 2013 - 11:31 am)
@ Teresa: I loved it! I thought it was hilarious that they got lost!
Whitney ~
I parked the car in the parking lot of an abandoned building behind the zoo. From this vantage point, we could watch employees enter and exit the building. I stuffed the machete under my seat, so some random passerby wouldn't look in and call the authorities. It still being so early, we all crashed out in our seats. I felt like something out of a Percy Jackson book, which often gave me ideas for some of my stunts.
I groggily roused myself around 9 am. The zoo was just starting to get busy with couples, families, and tourists eager to see rare animals. Just at the sight of such long lines I muttered several things under my breath. I watched as two employees joked around near a cage for sick animals in the back, tossing trash into it's enclosure, making the poor creature look even more miserable than it already was.
"HOW DARE THEY!" I shrieked, startling Gloria and Millard.
"Who's attacking?!" Millard shouted, sitting bolt right up.
"JUST LOOK AT THEM!" I said, pointing toward the employees, who were lounging against the bars.
"THEY JUST TREAT THE ANIMALS HOWEVER THEY WANT! AND THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO BE CERTIFIED ANIMAL LOVING PEOPLE!"
"Okay, okay, calm down. How do we get into the zoo?" Gloria said, grabbing my arm and speaking calmly.
I took several calming breaths.
"Okay, how about this," Millard said. "What if we join one of those school groups? You know, act like stragglers in the back of the group. That way, no one questions a few minors."
I grinned. Gloria smiled and nodded.
(September 22, 2013 - 8:27 pm)
Don't worry, I didn't forget about this amazing thread! I was just busy this week writing an English paper that was supposed to be due Friday, but some people *looks at about half my class* decided not to write it. We had a week to work on it (two days in class and the rest of the time had to be at home) and only the first draft was due on Friday. So now, my teacher is going to have to help those kids write the first draft this week during class. I mean, they didn't even start writing the paper and the teacher gave us tons of help. She gave us a sheet outlining what we had to write in which paragraph and it only had to be five paragraphs. (I wrote way more than that, my paper ended up being six pages.) Plus, the paper is about symbol and analyzing what you think the symbol means. The paper is basically on what you think! There isn't really any right or wrong answer.
Sorry for the long rant, it is just irratating that we can't be moving on in English.
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Gloria~
"We have spotted the target, General Whitney," I said, eyeing a class of eighth graders lining up at the bus loading/drop off zone. "Excellent, Private Gloria. Advance when target starts moving," Whitney answered, smiling. "Hey, if you are General and Gloria is Private, what does that make me?" Millard asked. "Err, drummer boy," Whitney said, "Come on let's go!"
We opened the car door and casually walked up to the drinking fountain shaped like an elephant, where a couple of the students were getting a drink. As the class began to move towards the ticket line, Millard, Whitney and I followed, our hands in our pockets.
The ticket man look over the body of chattering students, "How many?" the man asked, sounding bored. "We have fifty students," the head teacher said perkily. "Alright" the man said, estimating the number of students and punching 50 into his machine. "You are free to go through," he said.
Crossing my fingers, we walked by the man avoiding eye contact like a typical teen. As soon as we were through, we breathed a unanimous sigh of relief. We were in.
(September 29, 2013 - 3:18 pm)