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Doves and Hawks
Doves and Hawks single write
So the plot of this is that there are two political parties. The Doves and the Hawks. There are other third parties, like the Owls and Ravens, but they have no importance to the story. The Doves and Hawks are the two magor third parties. And each has a represenitive to run the country of Hummbya. But recently the two have not been getting along, saying that their party would be better at running Hummbya.
"Tisk tisk. Hawks are more important and able to run the contry then Doves." The Hawk ruler said.
"Now now, Hawks are eragont and have no sympathy. If they were to rule then only the first class would survive." The Dove queen whispered.
"Yes but if the Doves were to rule then the goverment would be in dept more then we already are. The bussness would go without people to run them, and all togeather die off. The economy would die off. And without jobs, we would die off." The hawk ruler growled.
"You would end up dieing off too, if the contry was only ruled by hawks. Without sympathy or basic needs, the poor would all die, the middle class would be taxed so much they would be poor, and die off. And you need to tax someone, so, eventually your richest person would go into dept and die without basic needs." The Dove queen responded.
They stared at eachother for a long moment. "Without the Hawks you would die."
"Without the Doves you would die."
There was a long moment of silents. "I have an idea. What if we split the contry in half. Each of us gets a half. One part Doves and one part Hawks."
The hawk ruler smiled. "Well see which one gives in first. Make it a deal."
They shook on it.
~~~~~~
Now there is two parts of Hummbya. The Hawk side and the Dove side. All Doves are on one side, and all Hawks moved to the other. The theird parties made their own part on the top cornner of the contry, called the Otherpart.
Rules:
As you can tell this is a single write. I will take everyone in 48 hours that joined but once I start you cant make a charrie sheet.
The Hawks as told in the obove passage are hard hearted and strickt. Most Hawks are bussnes men or woman, they belive in millatary forces, and belive that the poor are poor because of their actions and should becom rich on their own terms with no help from the goveremnt.
The Doves are sweet and sympathetic to all. Most are teachers or doctors, they belive in neotagation over war and help the poor no madder how it effects the economy and how indept the goverment becoms.
There can be as many people as possible if you join in the next 48 hours. You can have two charries.
You can either be a Hawk or Dove. They are people and usually look no different from eachother. If there are too much of one type then I may change someone's charrie to a different party.
You must be between 10-16 unkess you want to be the rulers. There is a Dove ruler and a Hawk ruler. There are rulers of the other parties and you can make a charrie sheet of the other parties but they surve no importance to the single write and may not be used.
charrie sheet:
Name:
Age:
Party (dove or hawk):
appearance:
Personality:
what you want to do when you grow up:
what your parents job is:
backstory:
my charrie sheet:
Name: Barbary Whitewing
Age: 14
Party: Dove
Apperance: blond, curly hair, teal green eyes, tan skin, always wears a silver necklace of a dove.
Personallity: a little over sensitave and carring. Disslikes the Hawks because their rude and inconsiderate and dont care that peole other then them live in the world. She often cares about her friends problums more then hers and when shes not fealing good or hurt she still feals for everyone else and pretends shes fine.
What you want to do when you grow up: she wants to becom an artist or a writer, and often draws and writes.
What your parents jobs are: Her mom works for the local theater, and she doesnt know what her dad is up too since the Hawks were seporated from the Doves.
backstroy: goes to the local high school moved from across the contry to be on the dove side with her grandmother and mother. Her father went to the hawks side.
submitted by Claaws
(October 15, 2016 - 1:02 pm)
(October 15, 2016 - 1:02 pm)
My second Charrie:
Name:
Matt
Age:
15
Party (dove or hawk):
hawk
appearance:
brown hair, Hazel eyes, short, very short and thin.
Personality:
nasty. That abou sums it up. Very, very mean and cruel and goes out of his way to cause problems.
what you want to do when you grow up:
Be a police man so he can "officially" make life miserable for everyone else.
what your parents job is:
dad is a buisness man, mom works at a cafe shop.
backstory:
none, really.
(October 17, 2016 - 7:35 am)
Name: Franklin Reed
Age: 14
Party: Dove
Appearance: Tall, with short dark hair and dark blue eyes
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, sometimes cruel, has a guarded nice side
What you want to do when you grow up: Be a politician.
What your parents' job is: Schoolteachers
Backstory: Is best friends with Lee Raptor. They each live about ten minutes from the dividing line (if that's ok) and break the rules to meet up.
(October 17, 2016 - 4:44 pm)
Where did this go???? I couldn't find it anywhere! (Except, well, I just found it. duh.)
(October 17, 2016 - 5:49 pm)
NAME: Aby
AGE: 11
PARTY: Hawk
APPEARANCE: long dark hair in a ponytail, green eyes, glasses, usually seen with sketchpad and paints.
PERSONALITY: shy, quiet, mysterious, thoughtful.
WHAT YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP: an artist or librarian
WHAT JOB YOUR PARENTS HAVE: Buissness man(father), and accountant(mother)
BACKSTORY: She is often teased by Matt(hope you don't mind Daisy!), and wishes she could be on the Dove side but her parents won't let her. She sometimes sneaks over to the Dove's side of the country to get o taste of their life and to paint the scenery.
Claws, can our characters get to know each other?
(October 18, 2016 - 5:59 pm)
Okay guys starting tomorrow! After school!
(October 18, 2016 - 10:50 pm)
Do you mean, like, now??????
(October 19, 2016 - 7:49 pm)
Ya I'm writing on docs. I will post soon so stay tuned....
(October 19, 2016 - 9:21 pm)
It has begun!
Also I'm switching Catheryn Maude O' Malleyn to the doves and Sammy to the hawks.
~Lee Raptor
I'm running. Running. Dodging. Hunting. Like a lone wolf stalking its prey. Or maybe a lone rat avoiding its predator. The large grey wall stood overlooking the Hawk side. If I crossed it I would be on the Doves side. Me and Frank have been friends even before we were separated and I ran into him on the streets catching up on the news one day. I remember like it was yesterday.
In reality, it's been a year since that happened.
The latch. The latch, where is that latch?
Click. The door swings open. The alarms have been disarmed awhile ago, no one cared that much if people crossed between borders, unless they didn't start any riots.
I slipped through and left the door slightly open. Then I started sprinting down the street, past houses, dark allies and shadows.
And that's when I bumped into a girl.
She was beautiful, and I guarded my dealing with a straight face. "Sorry..." She growled. Then looked up. Her eyes sparkled. A smile slipped.
And before she could ask my name I was running back into the shadows.
~Catheryn Maude O' Malleyn
I brushed my cheek where he had numbed into me. Like the Prince in the night....like I actually beloved in that stuff. Like any one would.
Well maybe some of the lesser doves, the Pigons, who had made their party in the corner of the country by the Owls and Ravens. They didn't matter that much. If we did end up going to war, then they would be wiped immediately, even if they didn't want to be.
What was I thinking? Of course lives mattered. This stupid wall shouldn't even be here. Why, oh why does the wall have to be here?
Suddenly I clutched my side, gasping in pain. "Not-again-" I forced the words through ragged gasps. And I started spitting up blood. My heart beat faster and faster. Then it slowed down, and with one last cough I was left normal. Slowly gaining my breath back.
My mom said it was just a cold. Maybe it was. Or maybe stress. But whatever it was it didn't matter, it was just a distraction in my life.
~~~~
The next day, about the same hour I walked to the place where I saw that boy, hoping to see him once again. I waited for the sound of feet.
When it finally happened my lungs started to ache. And then when I caught side of him, my eyes teared up and I started coughing. Ragged, deep breaths as he rushed past, me hidden in the shadows.
But then he stopped. And looked back with a guarded expedition. "You okay?" He asked. "Hey didn't I see you the night before? What are you doing out so late?" I coughed, then took short breaths and after a few heartbeats was back to normal.
"Yes, it's just a cold I'm fine." I looked into his eyes. The dark brown like a river of chocolate. He smiled. A real smile not tight and thin like others would do to me. "Meat back here same time tomorrow?"
He smiled. "Wouldn't miss."
Then he trailed off, to a place unknown. And I smiled. Maybe this cough is worth it.
(October 19, 2016 - 10:37 pm)
WOW.
*faints from amazement*
I mean I know you write really hood but that.....
That's just- Wow.
(October 20, 2016 - 8:50 am)
Wow, that was awesome Claaws!
(October 20, 2016 - 5:50 am)
I slip past the wall. I now I'm not supposed to be on the Doves side and that Mom and Dad will kill me if they find out, but with all of the factory smog on our side, you can't even paint a picture. I sit down on a grassy hill. Mixing my paints, I wait for inspiration to strike. Thenn I see her. By the brook, agirl sits on a rock, jotting something down on her notebook. The rising sun falls on her blonde curly hair like a halo, her teal green eyes tingle with a secret, something silver catches my eye, a necklace made beautiful by the serenity here. I start to paint, encasing the glow of the moment into my painting. Mesmerized, I don't notice that someone's behind me. "Hey," Startled, I almost knock over my paints. The girl I was painting has noticed, and she comes over. "That's a nice painting." she says, her voice is soft and gentel. "Th-thank you?" I stutter, my eyes wide. At home, my paintings only recive scorn. "You live around here?" I swallow, and nod. "well, don't go over to the Hawks side, they really don't care about the beauty of this place. She motions with her hand. I nod again, if only she knew. "I-I have to go," I say, collecting my things. Her smile falls, "Well, mabye you can-" I stand up. "Um my mom is waiting," I say, not meeting her eyes. And then I pick up my bag and start running toward the longer route home. "Wait but-" I don't wait to listen to what she say next. As soon as I'm back on our side, I check my bag. I left the painting.
(October 20, 2016 - 8:16 am)
???
Isnt this a solo write¿
(October 20, 2016 - 5:42 pm)
Hey Unsuspectingstrytllr, this is a single write. But I like what you write and I'll add on to it. So sorry if you wanted this to be an RP....
Also guys I'm working on another one so stay tuned...
(October 20, 2016 - 5:12 pm)
Franklin
~
"Lee, you're late," I say, elbowing him. "What's wrong today?"
He scowls at me. "Nothing." I raise my eyebrows skeptically.
We're in the shadows of the street right now, hopefully concealed by the oppressive darkness. We usually meet on the Dove side, because the Hawks tend to be more freaked out about people coming into their territory.
Lee and I set off at a fast pace, walking down the unevenly paved road to nowhere, together. We never have any idea where we're going. That's the way our friendship works. We travel over the rainbow and nearly to the pits of hell, and if we make it through with nothing worse than cuts and bruises, it's another adventure to talk about.
Usually we walk almost in silence, but this time I can't resist asking. "Seriously, man, what's up?"
We walk under a streetlight. The dim lighting throws odd shadows on Lee's face and gives his eyes a ghostly orange tint. He stares at me angrily. "Why would I tell you?"
I shrug. "Maybe because I'm the only person in the world who really understands you." A thought occurs to me. "And whatever girl you just met–" he freezes, caught off guard, "–doesn't count."
We step out of the streetlight. The moon and the stars have barely come out. All I can see of Lee now is a dark shape and a crown of light on his hair. He sighs. "Okay, fine. A girl." He steps toward me defensively. "Just because you've never had a girlfriend doesn't mean–"
I grab his shoulders to calm him down. He tries to shove me off, but it doesn't work. "Lee. I'm not jealous. Just explain. What kind of girl is this that likes you?"
"Frank–" he growls. I don't answer. Finally, he says, "A pretty girl. A Dove."
I sigh quietly. "We're going to have to figure this out." Side by side, we stride fearlessly into the infinity of darkness.
(October 20, 2016 - 5:14 pm)
Sorry. I'm terrible at single writes. Reading things makes me want to write.
(October 20, 2016 - 7:11 pm)