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I think we've tried to start one of these a lot and then they've died. So... What should it be about? Please join!
submitted by Elizabeth, age 14, Germany
(June 4, 2013 - 6:29 am)
(June 4, 2013 - 6:29 am)
Also as in Allen Mendelsohn the Boy from Mars.
(June 18, 2013 - 7:07 pm)
This thread has died before it even started. Sad. So, what shall we do? I say we just wing it. Elizabeth, maybe you can set a scene, and we can all make up our characters, then go from there?
(June 23, 2013 - 4:24 pm)
I second Blonde Heroines Rule's motion! Elizabeth, if you want to start with a scene that would be perfect, otherwise I can or someone else.
(June 23, 2013 - 7:19 pm)
I LOVED THAT BOOK!
It was reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally good!
(June 24, 2013 - 7:01 pm)
Well, should we at least go ahead and make our characters?
(June 25, 2013 - 2:50 pm)
Name: Maia
Age: 14
Appearance: Heart-shaped face, green eyes, shoulder length brown hair and bangs, which she has a habit of blowing out of her eyes, medium height
Other: Human. (I think we could play aliens or humans, whatever you guys feel like doing...)
Maia-
I approach the house, dodging twigs that could possibly give me away if I stepped on them. The lights from the second floor of the house bathe the back yard in a dim light. The grass is brown and dried out from lack of rain. The plants are withered, falling to dust. I stay crouched in the weeds, staring up at the bright light. Either the humans in there are wanting the aliens to find them or it's already to late.
I dash across the yard and to the side of the house. The panels are wooden, gray and peeling. I slide along it, my hands brushing over the rough surface. I feel like a spy in one of those action movies from a long time ago. I reach the porch and tip-toe up the three steps, leading to a flimsy screen door. Like the rest of the house, it's in great need of repair. I slowly open the door, willing it not to squeak.
Inside, everything is just as it must have been when people lived here. There are magazines on an cherry coffee table, a couch and recliner surrounding a fireplace. Every inch of space is covered in thick dust. I don't bother searching the other downstairs rooms. I need to know what's upstairs. The middle of the first stair creaks loudly as I step on it. I wait a few moments in a scared silence, yet it appears they didn't hear it. I carefully make my way up into the carpeted upstairs hall. Light is coming from the crack under the door to my right. I hold my breath as I walk towards it and grasp the brass handle.
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Sorry, it's sort of short. :)
(June 27, 2013 - 8:43 am)
Yay! This thread has officially started!!!
My character:
Name: Lime
Age: 130, since the planet she belongs to has years ten times faster than earth years, so 13.
Appearance: Short, almost boyish hair gray with bangs that fall down with a sharp curve, wear clothes of a blue material that feels like leather but looks like metal. She has three black arms bands on her right arm, the symbol of a mechanic on her planet. She has two left arms (only one right). Her shirt has the symbol of a mechanic, a gear with wings, printed on the front.
Other: Lime is from the planet Dystom, and advanced planet. She recently crash landed on Earth. So, I guess she's not Human, or Terri Firmian, but rather a Dystomian.
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"McDonald's" a faded sign said, and it flickered on and off with glowing lights. The lights flickered out, and Lime sighed. What sort of planet was this? She had jsut crash in a field, or what had been a field, where some sort of plant had been grown in the past. A nearby store, McDonald's, it was called, was already quite some time past the verge of decay. Her small exploration inside had proved scents she didn't want to smell, and sights she didn't want to see. Her space ship sat on the ground and smoked. She didn't know how long she'd be here, but she already couldn't wait to get off this planet.
(June 27, 2013 - 12:55 pm)
Name: Spellar (girl)
Type: Alien
Age: 15
Home Planet: Grebo; planet of literature, reading, writing and languages
Appearance: Medium height, oval head, no hair only three pawn shaped spikes growing on head, normally red skin but can change color, two eyes, three tentacle type things for arms, normall legs
Personality: Beyond brilliant in literature, reading, writing and language; energetic; friendly; means no harm
~I'll write more later.
(June 27, 2013 - 8:17 pm)
Name: Grace
Age: 13
Appearance: Is a human. Very short. Wavy dark blonde hair, which is very long. Bright blue eyes.
Personality: Rebellious. Snarky.
(June 28, 2013 - 6:30 pm)
Maia-
A very short blonde-haired girl stands in front of me, arms crossed over her chest. She doesn’t look at all surprised to see another human, almost as if she knew I’d come. Of course, I’ve been trailing her for about a week. Maybe I wasn’t as careful as I thought.
“Nice to finally meet you,” she says sarcastically.
“Are you completely insane? You can see the lights in here from miles away.” I respond angrily.
“They’re not close,” she says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“What makes you so sure?” I raise my eyebrows in suspicion.
She shrugs and ignores the question. I notice that she has weapons strewn across the dusty bed behind her. I wonder where she got them for she seems pretty young to handle them. She follows my gaze. “Never seen a weapon before?” Once again, this comment is filled with sarcasm.
“Where did you get them?”
She shrugs. “Different places.”
I want to ask who she is and what she’s doing out here all alone but suddenly the door downstairs creaks.
(June 29, 2013 - 5:25 am)
Okay, sorry I haven't written on here recently! My character...
Zoey Clarkson
Age: 14
Appearance: Long blonde hair, that she twists up into a braided bun, a few wavy bits hanging around her face. Her hair is streaked with multiple colors. And she has thick bangs that go down into her deep blue eyes. In between short and average height. Wears jeans, a brown short sleeve hoodie top, black lace up boots, one black fingerless glove.
Personality: As usual for my characters, tough, quiet, sarcastic, willing to go along with things, good fighter, loyal, and somewhat charming. Depends on her mood.
I'm not totally sure what to do, so, if ya'll just what to give me a little direction as to where to start, I'd be grateful!
(June 29, 2013 - 5:24 pm)
Emma-
There is a banging on the door downstairs.
"I have a sense that there's a person here," I say to the girl.
"Do you live here?" she asks timidly.
"Is this relevant?" I mock. "Of course it isn't. And to answer your question, no, I don't, live here. And in the meantime, why don't you answer the door."
"I'm... not sure where the door is," she says.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to show you." I march down the stairs, hop over the bodies and make a beeline for the door. The girl has stopped at the bottom of the stairs, horrified by the dead corpses. "Are you coming or what?" I ask. I swing open the door and a three-armed creature stands there.
(June 30, 2013 - 11:14 am)
Lime~
Lime knocked on the door of a house she had found only a few miles of the McDonald's. She needed to seek shelter, plus, whoever lived there might have the parts for her to repair her ship. Looking up at the old house and tapping her foot impatiently, Lime wondered if everything in this world was run down. She much better liked her home planet by far.
The door finnally swept open, to reveal two bipeds who occupied the house. One was shorter than the other, with a yellow, wavy mane, the other quite a bit taller with a straighter, brown mane. The both had two arms (what a bore!) and seemed not to know what to think of Lime.
"Hello," said Lime. "I come in peace. I am looking for shealter, and perhaps some spare parts for my ship. Would you mind if I stayed the night?"
The two looked at each other. Then they looked at me.
"This is... unexpected," the brown-maned one whispered.
"You think so?" the other one snorted.
@Gollum, is your character's name Emma or Grace? I'm slightly confused.
(July 1, 2013 - 9:52 am)
Spellar~
"Are you ready for your mission, Spellar", the automatic sounding voice said. "Yes, I am ready", I replied. "Good. Remember to study the Earthling's language with diligence, but don't blow your cover", it said. "I won't", I said. "Ready for takeoff. Five, four, three, two, one!" A unimaginable blast followed, sending me and my supplies into the universe.
Two days later, I landed. Well, the more precise terminology is crashed. I crashed into a garage near a house. I hoped I didn't reveal my cover. I mean, who would not find it strange to see a rocket ship in the garage. Thankfully, the house looked abandoned.
Needing a night's rest, I decided to enter. What I didn't expect, was to find them.
(July 1, 2013 - 3:46 pm)
I'm not really sure where to go, so, you can tweak this if ya'll want.
Zoey ~
I'd been watching the house for quite some time, nestled in the shadows of the surrounding woods. There had been a great flurry of activity, which was strange. For now, I could only see three figures, standing in the doorway. I couldn't make out much about them.
I was about to leave the safety of my hiding place, when something crashed through the garage, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. "What the..."
Finally, after much deliberation, I emerged from my hiding place, slowly creeping toward the edge of the woods, but remaining in the shadows. When I got close enough to make out the figures, I thought for sure I had gone insane.
Cappie says Zeok. No Cappie, it's Zoey.
(July 1, 2013 - 8:10 pm)