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Just to get this "poked", I'm going to post my Charries story of being kidnapped. 

Cleo~

I toss and turn in my bed. It is way too hot to sleep comfortably here in Hawaii. I open my window,  and a breeze blows in. Ahhhh. I think. It feels good. Now that I am cooler, I fall asleep. A sinister man dressed entirely in black and wearing a cape, mask, and boots smiles an evil grin. He creeps up to my window and glances in at my sleeping form. Once he ensures I am asleep, he crawls inside. He knocks over a vase on my windowsill and curses. It wakes me up and I sit up. He leaps beside me, quicker than lightning, and claps a hand over my mouth. He holds something under my nose which has a strange odor. I try to fight it, but waves of exhaustion slow my frantic flailing. I slip into unconscious. The last thing I remember is the man bending over me, preparing to lift me up. 

And we do the hokeypokey and we turn ourselves around *clap clap* that's what we're all about! 

poke

Name:Lily(it means purity and beauty)

Age:14

Gender:female

Appearance:very long blonde hair reaching to her knees and she wears one small braid in her hair all the time. Pale skin and light green eyes with a tiny amount of freckles on her nose. Likes wearing light clothes not a fan of coats.

Personality: Timid and shy doesn't talk much. Few friends. Kinda a fashionista. Very beautiful. Not very social and not very academic.

Back story:she was at the mall when she saw some really cool eye shadow, she wanted it really badly so she checked it out. Unfortunately the case was cracked and spilling and it was the last on the shelf. She went to ask the cashier if they had anymore and the cashier said that they had a couple in the storage room. So Lily followed the  cashier into the storage room and when the cashier was gone for a long time she went looking for him. The cashier quietly sneaked up on Lily and knocked her out with a punch to the jaw and went out the back door where there was no security and put her in his stolen car, before returning to work. The cashier   was a kidnapper!

Other:not right now but later on 

Name: Winnie Rivers

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Apperance: Long black hair, shaved short into a boy cut by the kidnappers.  Blue eyes and pale skin. Tan and thin, average height. Asian features.

Personality: Before, cheery and bubbly and happy and talkative. After, sarcastic and shy and quiet and fierce. Doesn't like violence, but will if she has to.

Backstory: (it will start with her kidnapping) She was sleeping out in Hong Kong when her parents burst into the room. They said it was flooding, so they all fled on a ship. Once they were at sea, they realized they had no food. They sailed for three days before a ship appeared on the horizon. They sailed over, but the ship was a pirate ship. The Pirates started a fight with her parents, and she ran under deck. When she got down there, there were these weird people in black masks. She doesn't remember much after that.

Other: Preferably no crushes. They killed her parents.

Margy's kidnapping:

Margy, despite her better judgement, always watched Mack when she made her potions. Despite being Catholic, she had always been fascinated by the Priestess and the beige-green smoke that gyrated until it was swept away by the night wind.

"Mahgy, go get dat nahtshade I keep in da back," Mack said, Cajun accent dripping over her lips like melted butter.

"Don' worry, I goddit," Margy said, her own accent mingling with Mack's in the sultry air.

Margy made her way to the back and took a moment to flip the sausage before grabbing the nightshade. Her blanket dragged behind her like a gumbo-stained cloak, making dust curl up on the floor.

The fire from Mack's cauldron bathed Margy in pale green light, casting her shadow on the back wall like a writhing demon.

The green light of the fire suddenly recoiled; blue and red lights flashed outside. Margy paled and shrank from the window, dropping the nightshade.

"Hide yo'self, chald," Mack whispered. Margy dove into a cupboard that Mack indicated, cursing quietly. Her best bet was to be dead silent.

"Crawl towahds the back," Mack whispered, just as the door burst open.

"Ma'am, we're searchin' fo' a fugitive," a policeman said. There was something stilted in how he spoke; almost as though he were imitating our accent.

"We heard she came here, and has been working for food," another man said, voice smooth and unctuous, jarring as snow in August.

"I don' know whatchyo' talkin' abou', bu' I suggest you leave," Mack said. Margy stiffened as one of the men walked in and stopped near the cupboard door.

"Sir, there are recent fingerprints on this cupboard door," he said.

"Open it," the first said, dropping his pretense of having a Cajun accent. 

Mack protested and threatened Voodoo magics, but the men nonetheless pulled a limp, defeated Margy from the cupboard. Margy smiled faintly at Mack as she was dragged away, into a car conspicuously marked "Ability Research Agency".

The last thing Margy saw of her home was Mack watching her go, face showing the pain that Margy felt. 

Since you said you could have powers I want my only charrie Lily to have the power of persuasion. It isn't very strong but if she puts all her energy into it it will work every time but only three times in her whole life. I tried to make the power not too OP but tell me if it is. Here is the story of how she got kidnapped.

I walked through the lots of aisles in the mall, looking at all the stuff. She had been at that particular mall for over an hour already. She walked into the last aisle and gave a relieved sigh. She loved the mall but you do get tired of it sooner or later. She finished looking and was about to leave before something caught her eye. She whirled around and gasped. There on the shelf lay the eye shadow she had always wanted! She grabbed it smiling and then when she saw its condition her face crumpled. Oh, well. But maybe they have some in the storage... I rushed to the cashier desk and asked the cashier hurriedly if they had anymore of the eye shadow. The cashier had on a cape with a hood which covered his head and he wore a Mickey mouse mask on his face. He gestured for her to follow him. Strange, he didn't talk. But I followed him anyway. He led her into the storage room and then dissapeared behind a shelf. I waited a long time but he didn't come out. Impatient I went looking for him. I didn't notice him sneaking up on me and I still didn't notice him before I blacked out.

I would like to join, if possible. I have an eye appointment to rush to right now, but I will write as soon as possible when I return! (Hopefully intact)

I will start writing either tonight or tomorrow. Note: you may join at any time during this RP. 

New Charrie of mine:

Name: Charles Hardy

Age, between 12-18: 17

Gender:M

Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin, tall and muscly

Personality: Fun, jokester, sarcastic, funny, but smart. 

Backstory, of how/when/where they were kidnapped. Make this interesting! They can be from anywhere in the world, kidnapped by pirates, ect:

He was tricked into getting in a car with the bad guys and they shot him with a tranquilizer dart to keep him quiet. It's a bit lame.  

Margy's kidnapping, Part 2:

Margy woke in pitch blackness. It was cold; she must have fallen asleep in the police car, and been put in a jail cell.

Strange... Margy would never have fallen asleep at that time. Margy hardly needed any sleep, and ordinarily would have gone to bed at one in the morning.

Maybe the stress...?

No. That would have kept her awake.

Margy's hand flew to her cheek, where a bit of moisture lay. Cautiously she sniffed it and reeled back; Mack had taught her what this was.

Chloroform. Its pungent odor made her head spin.

Memories slowly oozed back into her mind: one of the officers had turned. He was wearing a mask.

Margy started to ask a question when a cloth was clamped over her nose, and she passed out...

Those police officers sure as heck hadn't been messing around. Strange that they'd bother with chloroform, Margy had gone quietly...

A bright spotlight shined on Margy.

"Margy LeMay?"

"Yessir."

A man entered the cell and sat down.

"Margy. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"OK, sir," she said, innocent.

"Have you exhibited any unusual abilities?"

Margy's blood ran cold. She decided to lie, and without missing a beat, said "No, unless ya coun' havin' triple jointed thumbs."

The man was unperturbed.

"Margy," he whispered, "things have circulated about you in the Voodoo circles. That the loa are attracted to you. That you are powerful."

Margy swore quietly. If the loa existed, she'd tell them to shut up about what she could do.

"Sorry, sir, butI don' believe in da loa. I'ma Catholic."

The man looked surprised. "Then... why do you work for Mack?"

"I take work where I can geddit. I jus' showed Mack a few pahty tricks to get'er to take me in."

The first sentence was true. The second was a well-told lie.

The man looked nervous. "Well... alright. I'll talk to my superiors."

"I unders'and," Margy said, "bu' really, if I had any powers I wouldn' be livin' in dat place."

It was also a lie; Margy liked Mack and had been rather happy at the hut.

"Thank you for your time," the man said quietly.

He left Margy in darkness, alone.

An hour later, unconscious forms were set inside.

Margy didn't try to escape. In the dim dawnlight from a hihg-above window, she saw that the kids were all about her age.

Where the heck was she? 

This is the revised edition of part one.

Lily scanned the shelves and shelves of items at the mall and finding nothing she wanted, gave a huff and continued on the next aisle. That had been the whole day. Her friend had told her that there was a new brand of eye shadow out, but she hadn't even found a trace of eye shadow yet. Being shy had prevented her from asking the cashier, but even if she wasn't shy she probably still not have asked the cashier. He was strange and didn't talk.

Lily gave a sigh of relief when she entered the last aisle. She did the exact same thing she had been doing the whole day and found nothing. Dissapointed she was about to walk away, when something caught her eye. She whirled around and gave a squeal of delight. There sitting on a shelf was the eye shadow she had been looking for! But when she saw its condition, her face crumpled. The case was cracked, with colors seeping out. She turned around and started slowly walking away. A lightbulb went off in her head and she grabbed the eye shadow and rushed to the cashier desk.

Lily suppressed a shudder when she saw the cashier, but she asked him anyway. The cashier had on a black cape and hood and he wore a rubber mickey mouse mask on his face. The cashier gestured for her to follow and went into the direction of the storage room. When she saw the storage room she was a little bit surprised. She had always thought storage rooms were full of stuff with reach to the ceiling shelves. But this one had only a few piles of boxes at the edges and the rest of the space was bare concrete. She saw the cashier go behind a rather tall and only tower of boxes.

Thirty minutes later.......Lily decided to look for the cashier. She had had enough of waiting. She was walking to the large tower of boxes when the cashier appeared. She saw that the cashiers hands were empty. "Do you have at least one?"Lily asked hopefully." No"and then he slammed her into the jaw with a fist and she blacked out.