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THE FOUR SOCIETIES:
We can make up more, though:
Gearaman, the tinker's society. They live in rustic houses made of wood and often have mechanized things in them.
Fablin, the tailor's society. Often live in nicer houses, with clothes made by themselves. Some are very rich.
Apharfair, the soldiers. They live in poor condition, like shacks.Other than that, they live pretty well. They get plenty of food and water, though some of the food is a bit dubious.
Espiona, the spies. No one knows much about their home, and they never really visit anyway.
We can make up more societies!
Here is the form:
Name: Aquata Shadow
Society: Espiona
Age: 12
Personality: Nice, wary, intelligent, smart, eccentric.
Appearance: Petite, dirty almost brown blond, sea green eyes, pale skin.
Name: Ellilise Needle
Society: Fablin
Age: 9
Personality: Sweet, excitable.
Appearance: Dark skin, blue eyes, curly black hair.
We start when we have six characters!
submitted by Brooke E.
(September 5, 2014 - 9:14 am)
(September 5, 2014 - 9:14 am)
Ellilise started, rubbing the tear off her cheek. A strange bug was outside. It continued tapping, tapping until the glass abruptly shattered. Squinting, Ellilse cried out. It was a machine! Not a bug, but a little dragonfly, made out of gears.
(September 17, 2014 - 2:53 pm)
I ran down the dark streets of Gearaman, clutching the note Enid gave me in one hand and the cogs in the other. I stopped at the door to my house and entered. My father's face brightened as soon as he saw me.
"Did you get the cogs?" he asked urgently.
I nodded breathlessly as I set the bag of cogs on the table next to invention. "But I got something else." I handed him the note.
Father's face turned pale as he looked over the note. "Wh-where did you get this?" he stuttered, dropping the note.
"From Enid, that girl who's been lurking around the village." I replied nervously. "Why?"
"We need to leave Gearaman," my father said. "Now. Pack a bag, Calces."
"WHAT?" I cried. "What about the invention?"
"This is far more important then the invention will ever be. Someone is after me."
(September 17, 2014 - 5:29 pm)
Drake~
I sigh. That girl was crazy. Blowing up my house? But I'm still nervous. I walk around the street, thinking. Eech! Someone grabbed at my throat and pulled me into the all--
LATER
Where am I? Suddenly I hear a voice. "I need a live creature, made out of gears."
(September 17, 2014 - 9:03 pm)
Drake-
I looked at my captor, and they looked back at me. They could have been male or female, short or tall. They stood in the shadows, and I could make out only their eyes. Next to me, on the floor, lay a girl, unconscious and bound.
Within a few seconds, in which my captor strode away, I heard glass shattering, and a girl cry out, something like "Save- help- oh!". Apparently, I was not the ony captive here. My throat tightened in fear.
(September 19, 2014 - 3:46 pm)
Um... Why did you use my character? Sorry, but it is my character, and I would like to keep it to myself.
(September 30, 2014 - 6:51 pm)
Sorry I forgot about this!
Scarlet~
"Ruby," I whispered.
"What!" she whispered back loudly.
"Shhh, I packed our stuff, we need to go. Now."
She asked no questions; they left the city. All. Alone.
Just
then an arrow shot Ruby in the arm, she shrieked, but stopped because
she did not want to blow our cover, then a poisoned dagger struck me,
right between my wrist and hand, it went clean through.
started shooting the strangers, below the knee, I grabbed my knitting
needles and started stabbing them, soon we were in a full-on fight.
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How was that?
(September 27, 2014 - 8:51 am)
Interesting...
(September 29, 2014 - 5:43 am)
I'm so sorry! No one had responded in so long I thought you had all left! I really am quite sorry, and will not ever, ever do it again without permission first.
(October 2, 2014 - 7:43 pm)
~Ruby~
In the middle of the night we were in a full on fight, not surprising for us.
I grabbed my bow, and arrows, and sot some people.
Soon I looked around and saw they were all down!
I saw I figure in the trees I shot an arrow, and it went through it as if it were a shadow or ghost...
~Scarlet~
"We won, again," I said.
"I know."
I looked at my wrist, and there was no hand attached, then I realized it hurt!
"Uggg! Stings! Come on, follow me, and lie low!
"Okay! I will!"
"Good"
(September 30, 2014 - 2:11 pm)
I'm ignoring what Book WIzard put because it's Squeak's charrie
~ Nina ~
I looked at the struggling boy and told him, " Kid, you're coming with me. If you want to survive, you better be nice. We're on a train through Apharfair land. They'll kill us if they can."
That sure shut him up. It'd be a good exuse if it wasn't true. I sat down across from him, keeping in the shadows. I heard the ratta-tat-tat of bullets hitting the train. That wasn't right. The train was covered in camo-paint and went along the outskirts, sometimes underground, always behind trees and shruberry.
The boy started to say something. I put my hand over his mouth. In his ear, I whispered, " If they find us, hide. They're strong but not all so smart. "
He nodded, just a shadowy shape moving among a shadow.
Suddenly, the train sreeched to a stop. Male voices cut the air .
" Search it ! Kill them all, and bring the supplies to me. "
(September 30, 2014 - 7:21 pm)
Drake~
I didn't like this at all. Why am I on a train? What's up with people wanting to kill me? I squirmed slightly. The girl/boy cut the ropes binding me but made sure I was close by. i looked around, nerviously trying to find somewere to hide. I saw a pretty much hidden box under a train seat and I shoved myself in. My captor moved around a bit and sooned found somewere to hide.
(October 1, 2014 - 10:18 am)
Ugh... I thought I made a carrie but it didn't show...
name- Genevive Gier ("Geria". Nobody calls her Genevive... ever.)
society- used to be Apharfair, but her left leg got cut off in battle and she is now a Gearaman...
age- ?
personality- sort of like a 'goth girl'. The type of person who you'de expect to leave you dead in a ditch. Very skilled with complex mechanisums.
appearance- left leg made of metal because she had to make herself a new one, black eyes, with a gear fitted around her right one (who knows why). Long straight brown hair, extremley short on one side, all flipped and long on the other. Tall and thin.
(October 7, 2014 - 2:54 pm)
~ Nina ~
They were coming closer, those iron-heeled soldiers. I could hear the boy breathing and fidgeting nervously. That boy's gonna be the death of me. I grabbed an empty crate and tossed it at the wall. The soilder turned.
(October 7, 2014 - 5:47 pm)
Was that supposed to be Geria?
(October 7, 2014 - 7:40 pm)
Geria~
I peek around the corner of an alley wall, watching the soldiers march by. I see one soldier on a crutch. Her foot is missing. Blood drips onto the dirt road, making me cringe. In my mind, I slap myself. Toughen up, Gearia. You survived the loss of your whole leg. It's just a foot! She'll survive! She'll be all- the flashback starts.
2 years earlier~
I race down the battlefield, raising my dart gun at the enemies whenever they come near. I dodge a bullet. Why did they make us come out here? I pause for a drink from my waterskin. I hear a clanking behind me and I whirl around. I barily see his face before I feel a seering pain in my leg, just below the hip. I don't dare look down. I know my leg has been cut off. Everything goes black.
Back to present~
I sit up in the ally, rubbing my leg. I feel the cold metal of the complex mechanism that replaces my left leg. I don't even notice the other people in the alley, about to attak.
Can somebody come to the alley and attack Geria?
(October 7, 2014 - 7:55 pm)