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Theater RPG!
Theater RPG!
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Peter Caminski needs a place to hold a very special talent show, so when his uncle lets him use the old, broken down Mableton Theater, he gets started fixing it up right away. Full of determination, Peter advertises his talent show all over town. He's trying to handpick a very special group of people for a special reason, and the theater gives him just the place to get started. However, Peter quickly realizes that someone is working against him. Snapped cables, crashing lights and sound equipment going haywire just when he needs it most isn't a coincidence. Someone doesn't want him to host a talent show at the Mableton Theater. So, the question is, are you going to audition? You'll probably get into quite a mess, and if you go to Mabelton Public High School, you'll probably get teased for hanging out with Peter Caminski, and of course, I can't promise that getting a bunch of theater-inspired teens and tweens together isn't going to include a lot of fighting and friendship troubles. But Peter needs you—now more than ever.
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This will work like a regular RPG for the most part. Every day I will post a "weather report." which will basically help us keep everyone on the same page with the plot (for instance, a "weather report" could outline sunny skies for our gang, or dark clouds when something ominous is looming. It will make more sense later, but it shouldn't change the flow of the story.
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Now for the charrie sheet! I will be making another character later in the story.
Name:
Age (12-19 please):
Appearence:
Personality:
Something they are hiding:
Talents (anything from picking locks to to singing to lightning-fast sketching):
Other:
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Name: Peter Caminski
Age: 14 1/2
Appearance: Typically disheveled light brown hair, dark green eyes, pale skin, a couple freckles here and there. About average hight.
Personality: Excited, enthusiastic, absolutely determined, socially awkward, typically keeps to himself, always overflowing with ideas. He makes a great leader when he can pull himself together.
Something they are hiding: Peter was adopted.
Talents: I know this doesn't make much sense, but Peter's talent is...being Peter. He's an actor and leader who's full of ideas. He knows he can pull this thing together.
Other: It would be cool if he finally found a good friend with one of your characters since he really doesn't have any.
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Weather Report #1
Today's weather is a snowstorm of unique and a dash of determination. Low clouds are on the horizen however moving closer every time Peter puts up an advertisement poster...
submitted by Rose bud, age 14
(December 30, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
(December 30, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
Thanks for leaving it like that, Bluebird. Top!
~Anelia (Translated from Polish)
After the audition, Tesha asked me if I needed a place to spend the night. ¨Thanks, but I´m going to ask Piotr, since he´s my brother.¨ ¨OK¨ said Tesha. Then, I asked Piotr. He said something about his mom freaking out if he brought me home straight away.
¨Well... Did you think about my offer?¨ Tesha asked me. ¨Yes.¨ I replied. ¨To both questions.¨ And so, we started walking towards Tesha ´s house.
I wonder how that girl always has her sneakers untied, but never trips!
-Anelia ~~~~
(January 6, 2017 - 8:16 am)
Tesha~
She and Anelia walked back to her apartment as the sun sunk below the horizon. Tesha wondered how she could get Anelia in without her mom knowing- maybe they could go in through the fire escape. As they neared the building, she noticed a big orange van with the words 'Howling Cows' in garish blue letters on the sides. Oh no, she thought. Her brother was home.
Harun had left Mableton two years ago with his band, doing shows and performances all over the coast. They weren't very well known. Every so often, he got into a bit of trouble or spent all his money, and had to come home along with the Howling Cows's drummer, bassist, and lead singer. It was never a fun time.
She looked at Anelia. "My brother is here. He must've come while we were at school." Tesha didn't know what to do. "He and the band are really loud, so I think it'll be enough of a distraction that we can just go in through the front door. Sorry, I didn't know."
Anelia nodded, and they entered the lobby of the building. Tesha heard a crash from upstairs, and guessed it was probably the band's drummer, Pablo, who was as loud as the instrument he played. She cringed. Walking up the stairs, she was regretting her offer to Anelia.
After she saw Tesha's family, she would think they were all insane. She would lose her first friend.
Tesha paused outside the door before opening it, listening to her brother and mom's angry voices, her sisters' rap music playing in the background, and a few stray cymbal crashes as the band unloaded their instruments. She gulped. "Just follow me." she said.
A wall blocked the two of them from her mom's sight as they darted into Tesha and her sisters' room, and anways, her mom was too busy yelling at Harun to notice. She closed the door quckly, catching her breath. "You can sleep on the bed. My sisters won't tell- I'll make them keep a secret." She looked down. "Sorry about my brother."
Anelia smiled. "It's okay. Thank you."
Tesha pulled a blanket out from under her bunk and unrolled it on the dirty carpet. Anelia gave her one of the pillows on the bed, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a dreamless sleep.
(January 7, 2017 - 10:33 am)
TOP! Don't let this thread die!
(January 7, 2017 - 7:32 am)
From now on, Anelia's sections are written in English, needing no translation.
~Anelia
Tesha and I had no trouble sneaking into her apartment, because one of her brothers and his band were there, and her mom was shouting at them. We went into Tesha and her sisters' room, and she went right to sleep. I desperately wanted to do the same, but someone needed to stay awake to watch the time so that we wouldn't be late getting back to the theater.
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2 hours later, I woke Tesha up. She and I slipped out of the house as quickly and easily as we had come in. We were ready to see the results, no matter what they said.
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As soon as we got back to the theater, I saw Piotr (Well, I guess I should call him Peter now, there's no use hanging onto the past), posting the results. A small crowd had already gathered. Everyone was chatting about their results. I saw that our names were on the list of peole who had made it in. I was so glad! But now, all Tesha and I could do was sit and wait for Pio- I mean,Peter- to reveal his story.
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This RPG is going great! Top!
(January 7, 2017 - 5:15 pm)
From now on, Anelia's sections are written in English, needing no translation.
~Anelia
Tesha and I had no trouble sneaking into her apartment, because one of her brothers and his band were there, and her mom was shouting at them. We went into Tesha and her sisters' room, and she went right to sleep. I desperately wanted to do the same, but someone needed to stay awake to watch the time so that we wouldn't be late getting back to the theater.
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2 hours later, I woke Tesha up. She and I slipped out of the house as quickly and easily as we had come in. We were ready to see the results, no matter what they said.
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As soon as we got back to the theater, I saw Piotr (Well, I guess I should call him Peter now, there's no use hanging onto the past), posting the results. A small crowd had already gathered. Everyone was chatting about their results. I saw that our names were on the list of peole who had made it in. I was so glad! But now, all Tesha and I could do was sit and wait for Pio- I mean,Peter- to reveal his story.
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This RPG is going great! Top!
(January 7, 2017 - 5:16 pm)
Peter~
I rush home to look at my notes. Everyone at the auditions did very well, but only a handful of names stood out to me as winners. Violet...Tesha...Toad...Anelia... the list goes on. Carefully, I make a list to post on the theater doors. Then I sit on my bed and force myself to breathe slowly and stay calm. Looking around my room for things that trigger memories, I push myself back, Way back, in time. Anelia and Piotr; Polish siblings...the Kaminskis; broken family...Piotr Caminski; Polish immigrant...Peter Caminski; orphaned American... my heart lurches in my chest. I have to stop hiding. I have a wonderful family now. Carefully, I pick my poster up by its edges and walk down the stairs. Before I can sprint out the door as I have been doing for the past few days, Mom moves to stand in front of the door. She leans her tall and slender frame against the door so I can't get past her again and brushes her curtain of thick black hair from her face. People wonder why my parents are so young when I'm almost 15. People wonder why my dad has blonde hair hair blue eyes, my mom has black hair and black eyes, and I have brown hair and green eyes. I've just never told them the truth.
"Pe-ter," Mom says in that dangerous, you're-in-trouble voice.
"It's Saturday! I don't have homework!" I complain.
"There are more things in life than homework, your uncle's junk food and comics, and that theater. I've barely seen you all week," she answers.
"Can we have this conversation later? As in tomorrow?"
"They told me the teenage years would be hard," Mom mutters, half to herself, half to me, "it's not fair that you're growing up so fast when I missed six beautiful years of your—" I try a different approach.
"Mom, I love you and I want to spend time with you, but I also have to post the audtion results tonight. Maybe we can do something tomorrow...watch a movie? Go see a circus?" Mom narrows her eyes, but can't keep back her smiles.
"I'm hoping that was a joke," she says, "go have fun and be safe."
(January 9, 2017 - 2:38 pm)
(January 9, 2017 - 7:08 am)
Do you mind if I do my Auditions late since I missed a bit?
Sorry.
When my name is called, I slowly walk into the audition room with my heart pounding. I know I can do this.
"Whenever your ready." He smiles.
I know what to do. I open my mouth and sing. My sweet, clear voice echos around the room. When I'm done, he just sits there, mouth open, staring at me. Suddenly, he regains his professional vibe and closes his mouth. He smiles and claps.
"Awesome." He says. "Ill post the results by the end of the week. "
As I walk out of the theatre, Im happy. I know Ive done the best I can. All I have to do is wait.....
(January 10, 2017 - 1:59 am)
~Alex
I step into the audition room and immediately almost back out. There are a lot more people than I expected, and all of them seem to have some sort of amazing talent. One girl's playing what sounds like Linsey Stirling, another's practicing lines and getting them perfect, and another looks like she's mapping out a whole dance choreography. Well, at least I know I'm not getting in. Suddenly, everyone stops practicing and turns to stare at a boy and girl who look exactly alike. They're both speaking excitedly in another language, and the girl looks like she's about to faint. I take the chance to stroll over. Everyone's talking now, and it looks like the girl did faint. Do all auditions end in chaos? I look over to my left and see a girl standing slightly outside the main group, watching everything with a puzzled but slightly amused look.
"Do you know what's going on?" I ask after a moment.
"Nope!" she replies cheerfully, "I just saw the bulletin and decided to come. I didn't see anything about emotional reunions on it..."
I laugh. "Well, good luck with your audition."
She flashes me a smile. "You too. Now do you know-" She's cut off by the group suddenly dispersing as the boy stands up and announces that the auditions will go on. I turn around to find a seat, giving a quick smile at the girl as I go. The auditions continue smoothly after that. A couple hours later, I'm back home, rereading the talent show ad. Ice cream coupons... I smile. Ice cream's nice, but I just hope I can actually meet someone....
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Does anyone want to be the girl? And sorry for not posting, I actually was banned from Cricket for a couple weeks
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