Wow Admin! That came up really fast... great job! And now I realize that was super long... IDK.

I'm going to write from Jocasta mostly... and this first one is not really anything about the plot, just describing her house/workplace.  

Jocasta (Cast to her friends...)~

I swipe a finger across the touchscreen, take the book from the shelf, and head home. It's a twilight evening, with the sunset making the sky red and purple and the tall silhouette of the city's trees, bent like bonsai, arcing over the buildings, framing the city.

I hold the book under one arm and grip the wrought-iron railing of the spiral stairs with the other. The staircase is encased in glass, and I can see the lights of the city glowing as I walk downstairs. The red paper lanterns hung from the branches of the trees give the tiled streets a pretty glow, and the blue-green chlorophyll from the walls of the buildings makes the city bright. I step off the last step, walk across the mosaic floor, push open the library's oaken door, and start walking towards my house. 

It's warm, with a bit of a breeze that makes my braid bounce. I unzip my hoodie as I walk down the tiled streets. Above me, the red paper lanterns swing in the breeze and a walkway with a stained-glass covering arcs like a bridge.

I arrive at my house, unlock the front door, and walk in. I slip off my shoes, gliding on my socks across the bamboo wood floor. I flick on a reading light, collapse in a beanbag, and open my book.  

Name: Allarie  Marx

Job: Head librarian

Age: 12, but very mature and business-like.

Appearance: Dirty blonde hair, teal eyes, cool skin.

Personality: Bold, a born leader, very logical (might come across as bossy) 

Cool!

Name: Ramae (May) Sentisete 

Age: 12

Job: Author and publisher. She works for a company called Kidzco, a company for young writers and editors that work together to create published books.

Appearance: Black hair that's tied up in a large ponytail. Light green eyes. T-shirt with Kizco on it and jeans.

Personality: She's friendly, hardworking, and smart, but she overestimates herself. 

Other: She lives in the outskirts of the city with a ginger-colored cat, a black kitten, and a chocolate-colored dog.

 
A good rp!

Name: Mel

Job: Thief.

Age: 15

Apperance: Short, curly, and brown hair. brown eyes. Wears jeans with many rips and holes, and a tanktop.

Personality: Resourceful, clever, sneaky. knows pretty much all of the polices tricks. Slightly mysterious, and doesn't like to make friends. A loner. 

Name: Darius Gamma

Job: Architect. One of the best there is.

Age: 17

Appearance: Curly light brown hair, muscular build, hazel eyes. 

Personality: He takes great pride in his designs, and is quite a perfectionist.

Whoa guys, that was amazing, wasn't expecting so much response to this but YAY! Six characters in one day! Let's write!

Nahla~

I'm sitting on my bed reading when my touchphone dings. I pick it up and swipe across the screen to check the ID of the contact. Darius Gamma, reads the screen. 

My eyes widen. Darius? He's the top architect in Citali, and if he's got something for me to do, I'd better be there right away. I reach behind me to the knob in my wall. I pull out the knob, revealing a cupboard space in which my backpack sits. Flipping closed my book and memorizing the page number, I toss it in the bag along with my touchphone and the computer, notebooks, and pens already inside, then snap the bag's magnetic latch shut and swing it over my shoulder. I bend down to tie my army boots, then run downstairs as fast as I can. 

It's about nine in the morning on a Saturday, and the sunlight is dancing through the leaves of the giant tree and the hexagons of the stained-glass solar panels in the city center. I swipe my hand over the pad, and the oak doors open for me.

I swing one leg over my bike, leaning against the giant tree. My GPS is strapped to one handlebar, and I start pedaling right away. The ceramic-tile paved streets are smooth and not crowded, though I do wave to a few morning joggers on my way. I turn the corner, letting a streetcar bonging a bell pass by. 

Finally, I pull up my bike in front of an office building. I lean my bike against the streetlight and run up the stairs carved into the tree nearby. 

I knock on the door, and it opens. There's a guy with hazel eyes and brown hair standing there, about half a head taller than me. 

"Hi," I say. "I'm Nahla Alain, messenger. Are you Darius?" 

Ramae~

And then, quite suddenly and without warning, the creature jumped out from the shadows. Its long, slimy tentacles reached towards Dana, her mouth paralyzed in a silent scream-

My phone chimes and I sigh, swerving my swivel chair to the other side of my desk. I groan when I see it's just a notifacation from Reminder. That story was pretty good.

I pull on my coat and step out into the brisk autumn air. The leaves crunch under my feet as I trudge along the sidewalk. I wave at Jocasta and start to run.

I finally reach my home, a small cottage that's almost in the suburban area. The ground has a full-on carpet of leaves here, and my dog Cocoa bursts out of the house, notified of my presence.

Wait a minute. How could Cocoa burst out? He can't fit through the cat flap.

Then I see it. My door is gone.

Darius ~

I check my solar powered watch for the millionth time. I had sent the text ten minutes ago, and had been waiting by the office door for at least five. Nahla didn't know it, but the task I was about to assign her was far more important than it seemed.

Finally, I hear a knock on the door and open it up to see a girl with green eyes and brown hair standing there. Exactly who I wanted to see.

"Hi, you must be Nahla Alain," I say, shaking the girls hand. "I'm sure you know who I am."

"Darius Gamma," Nahla smiles. "I know everyone in this city."

"Yes, one reason why I sent for you," I reply. "Come in, please." I hold the door open for Nahla. I lead her through the lobby of the office building, up a glass staircase, and into my office on the second floor. I sit in my desk chair, and Nahla sits on a bench built into the wall across from me.

"So, um, what do you need me for, Darius?" Nahla asks once we're seated.

"Well, it's a little embarrassing, actually," I begin. "You see, there's this elderly man who lives in a very old house on a hill downtown. I'm sure you've seen it?"

Nahla nods. "I'm a messenger, Darius. I know my way around this city, trust me," 

"Good," I continue. "Then I won't have to give you directions. So, anyway, we want to install solar panels on his house. His house was built before panels were a standard, and he keeps ranting about 'preserving the past.' We've offered relocating him, but he won't budge. I don't understand what all the fuss is about. He won't listen to me, but maybe you can talk some sense into the old geezer, Nahla."

Ramae~

Jocasta and I put the wood into place, I thank her, and she leaves. I'm still puzzling over why my door disappeared when I remembered-- there have been robberies going on about town.

What if something else is missing?

I dash frantically through my house. My best laptop is gone, and so is my radio and my lucky necklace.

I call the police.

Nahla~

I frown at Darius. "So you just want me to go to this old man and convince him to get solar?"

"In essence, yes," Darius nods.

"Why me? Couldn't you just send him an email?"

Darius looks at me. "It's important, Nahla. I need to make sure we get this done."

I shrug. "Okay, I'm not picky, I'll do your job. I need pictures of solar art, though."

Darius nods again and slides a file folder across his desk. I flip it open and browse through a gallery of snapshots: the dome of the Citali city center, tiled with green and blue chlorophyll solar panels, looking like a work of art; the office building we're now in, at night, with the lights on inside and the stained-glass solar panels on the windows glowing cozily; the streetcars of Citali with roofs of solar panels that look like flowers. The pictures are beautiful. "These are your installations?" I ask Darius. It's not really a question -- I know they're his. 

"Yes," he says. "I think they'll convince him. Them and you."

I close the folder again and slide it into my backpack. "I'll show him," I say. "Anything else you want me to give him?"

Darius reaches into a drawer under his desk and pulls out a brochure. It's on light blue paper, and the words are navy blue, with drawings in navy and emerald. "This is just our general guide," he tells me. "This one you can leave with him."

I nod.

"The man's name is Mr. Rhyker," Darius tells me. "I need his consent by next week, okay, Nahla?"

"I got it, Darius," I assure him. He nods again as I swing my backpack over my shoulder and head downstairs. 

Out on the sidewalk, I grab my bike again and start pedaling. The old house is in the center of the downtown area, near my house and the city center. It's about one in the afternoon now, and the streets are crowded with streetcars, bikers, and a few walkers still. 

Darius ~

As soon as Nahla leaves, I walk briskly out of my office to get something from the printer , only to come face to face with Gary, a nosy coworker of mine.

"Well, well, well," Gary sneers. "Sending messengers to do your dirty work, huh?"

"The only dirty work being done around here is your eavesdropping," I grumble, pushing past Gary.

"Hey, what happened to 'preserving the past'?" Gary's voice comes from behind me. I can't tell if he's mocking Rhyker or being serious. Either way, I'm starting to get really annoyed.

I turn around and look Gary in the eye. "Preserving the past is only part of what our company does," I say coldly. "The other part is to keep a perfect balance between nature and technology. You know as well as I do what happened fifty years ago. The only way to keep it from happening again is to have cleaner energy sources. We need more panels. More turbines. Lots more. And if you don't agree, maybe you shouldn't work for this company."

I stop my rant and stride away from Gary,  leaving the man in a stunned silence.