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Futuristic RP
Futuristic RP
You live in a new age, a world where technology is booming. You don't have a phone, you have a blue screen that can pop up 3-D images. You don't have a regular car, you have a flying car. Buildings and houses are more advanced in archietcture, and your substitute teacher is a robot. When every child is born, they go through The Testing, where a Government official comes down from the Sky H.Q. and tests your knowledge. From there you are placed into your level for the rest of your life. Your I.Q. is higher, your vast intellect still growing. It seems as though you live in a perfect world, right? Well, wrong. You are one of the few people out there that, even though everyone else is really smart, you go beyond the intelligence level. So much so that the Government has kept you under radar since your Testing. People treat you differently, and teachers can be meaner to you. Sometimes, spies of the Government watch you. You feel you are different, and you are right. To you and those like you, it is a good thing. But to the Government- it's a threat.
You hear one day in the news about a boy who was like you, who was kidnapped by the Government and put into an Academy, where they trained him to become what they may call a "Superhuman." You don't want that to happen to you, so you try to act normal at your current school, and you try to have normal friends and act like an ordinary school student that is at their dorm in the morning, goes to school, and sleeps in your dorm at night. However, you can never be too sure...
We can start off this RP at the normal school where all of us will be at, and then one by one, we'll all disapear and be sent to the Academy.
Here's a charrie sheet:
Name:
Age (between 13-18, please):
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Talent (Math, science, tech, etc.):
Other:
I'll fill out mine:
Name: Luna Bayron
Age: 14
Gender: F
Appearance: Whispy platinum blonde hair down to a little past shoulder length, pale skin, big green eyes, lean, about 5"6. Can be seen wearing a school uniform, with her hair down and the two sides in braids pulled back. Sometimes she wears a French braid.
Personality: Extremeley, almost oddly observant, and a very good problem solver. Her thought processes are fast, sometimes so fast that they come off the tracks in her mind and it's hard for her to talk. She's also a very good strategist.
Talent: Science. Particularly in biochemistry.
Other: She's not the neatest person.
Please join! I want to make this RP to have at least 5-10 people. I think if we develope the plot, the story can get cool and interesting.
submitted by Killim
(February 1, 2017 - 10:22 pm)
(February 1, 2017 - 10:22 pm)
Jana~
I glare at the tablet in front of me. If only school could be over now, and I could run away somewhere, somewhere where there was no cold, snarky teachers, and I was a normal person. If only Ms. Meiher would let me do a project on black holes. Now that would be interesting, unlike this aggravating Honors Algebra we're doing. If only Algebra wasn't so--
"Miss Slight, are you paying attention?" Ms. Meiher's acidic voice shoots over the desks at me. I jump a little, then stare at Ms. Meiher blankly. I feel my face flame, and a few kids behind me titter.
"Er... Yes ma'am. What did you say?" The snickers behind me grow louder, and Ms. Meiher does nothing to stop them.
"I asked you if you had found the answer to number 18 yet." Grr, more Algebra.
"Um...," I look down at my tablet,"Fifty-six?" The look Joshua Adams gives me from his seat in the front of the class makes me want to melt into the ground.
"Miss Slight, I expect better from you," Ms. Meiher says coldly,"In addition to your regular homework, please do problems 36-46 and write a paragraph on the properties we have just learned." I stare at her in disbelief. Why me? Elmer Levinsky got just as many wrong as me and stole Hannah's tablet while she was in the middle of a problem and I get the extra homework?
The extreme unfairness of this had just hit me when the bell rings, signifying lunch period and freedom. I pack up my tablet and digital pad quickly, hot anger pulsing through me.
(February 4, 2017 - 10:21 am)
~Valery
I get up as he explains, and walk outside the hall to get my notepad from my math class. Right as I step into the hall, I run into Jana.
"Hey Jana," I say.
"Hey Valery," she replies.
She's heated and not making eye contact, so she's obviously embarrassed about something.
"Jana, what's wrong?"
She explains how the math teacher gave her extra problems and how it was all unfair. She also warns me not to get on the teacher's bad side today, because I have her next period.
"I'm sorry," I say.
"It's fine," she mutters back. "Is Mel here today?"
I nod.
"Okay, I'll be at the table then."
I nod one last time and head for calculus to get my stuff. But when I do, I see the two men in suits.
"Excuse me, but can you tell us where Mr. Browning is? We can't seem to find him."
"I don't think he's here today," I lie. No. No one is taking my friends. Not as long as I can help it.
"Do you know why?"
"I think he was either on vacation or sick. Or both," I reply casually, forcing myself to laugh.
The agents give me a look but walk away, and I forget my math notebook and head right back to the table to tell them what happened.
(February 4, 2017 - 12:21 pm)
Name: Brooke Cally
Age:13
Gender:F
Appearance: Long blonde hair and shockingly green eyes. Also, often found wearing black.
Personality: Trustworthy, unless you get on her bad side. Then you better run.
Talent: Chemistry. Likes making things blow up.
Other: Never give her vinegar and baking-soda. You will face a consequence.
(February 4, 2017 - 3:00 pm)
aaaaa I'm sorry for not posting sooner! (And you wrote Mel quite well! She's the type of person to be blunt.)
Mel~
I watch as Valery comes back, with no notebook. Something happened, she doesn't forget stuff unless something else exciting interests her more.
"What happened?" I asked, busying my hands with my food. She glances at Stivious.
"Someone asked me for Stivious," He murmered, trying to keep his eyes from darting around.
"They usually don't pointingly ask someone where someone is," I said. "This could be a test of some sort, or perhaps to catch us off guard and lead us somewhere... Or they are trying to help us!" I end off optimistically. The others look at me with a mixture of pity and exasperation. I look down at my food, embarressed.
The lunch bell rings. "We better start going to class," Stivious mutters, getting up. "We must be careful."
(February 4, 2017 - 3:33 pm)
~Brooke
"Ms. Cally, please pay attention!" my super mean chemistry teacher snaps. I was doodling on my digital pad and must've fallen asleep. The whole class snickers collectively.
"Yes Ms. Swan." I mumble. To make the situation worse, she makes me stand up in front of the class and demonstrate to EVERYONE how to make the Eco-cleaner.
"Okay, so Dirt-Buster has 200 millimeters of vinegar, 200 millimeters of lemon juice, and one hundred milliliters of baking soda. The most fun way is to pour the vinegar and baking soda together causing it to blow up because vinegar is an acid and baking soda is a base. Then you could put in the lemon juice. However, the proportions would be off then. So, you put everything, a little at a time, into the plastic bowl. As you stir, it will bubble over. When it does this, you get another bowl, and let it flow into that. Once you're done with the stirring, you dump all the liquid, from all the various containers, into your cleaning bottle. And viola, you have Dirt-Buster." I state, narrating as I go along.
As I march back to my seat, I feel Ms. Swan's icy glare on the back of my neck. She hates me. It probably doesn't help that I wasn't even trying.
The bell rings and I head down to the cafeteria. On my way out of the classroom, two men in black suits ask me, "Have you seen Ms. Cally."
"No sirs." I lie back smoothly. "She is in a different track."
Once they leave, I run to the cafeteria, hoping it's not to late.
(February 4, 2017 - 5:31 pm)
I'm going to make a quick character to add some action.
Name: Liam Realy
Age: 16
Gender: M
Appearance: Short black hair, piercing blue eyes, tall, skinny, pale, and moves quickly
Personality: A born leader, able to quickly think himself out of any circumstance. He's at the top on strategy.
Talent: Battle tactics, probability, logic, and math.
Other: He is Valery's cousin, and they are practically siblings because they care a lot about each other but also get into petty arguments sometimes.
~Liam
They're coming. I've seen them throughout school today. First they look for Stivious and then Brooke. No luck with them. But they know what I look like. They know who I am.
Sure enough, there's a pounding on the door and two agents walk in, scanning the room. I try to hide my face with a notebook, but it's too late. They've found me.
They head in a bee line right for me, and I bolt up. I try to fight them both off, and I end up slamming one in the face and making the other's elbow crack.
But one of them hits me with something and I'm knocked out cold.
(February 4, 2017 - 8:35 pm)
~Brooke
I meet up with the others after school. "Have you guys seen Liam? He wasn't in ELA class."
Only then do I realize that the others look absolutely petrified.
(February 5, 2017 - 12:19 pm)
Name: Joi Erso (if you get the Rouge One reference, you are awesome)
Age: Life, the universe, and everything minus 25 (if you can figure out Joi's age without googling it, you can get the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference!)
Gender: Same as Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard reference)
Appearance: (DANGIT I CAN'T THINK OF A REFERENCE FOR THIS!!) Tall, Pale, brown hair that is in a pixie cut, glasses, skinny, green eyes, always barefoot except at school
Personality: honest, brave, RISK-TAKER, likes to explore, loves cats, scared of being caught and nothing else, gamer, always DETERMINED (UnderTale reference)l
Talent: Same as Magnus Chase's coisin's specialty (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard/Percy Jackson and the Olympians reference. If you get it, you are awesome)
Other: IF YOU GOT ALL THE REFERENCES YOU ARE THE BEST!!! They also love making references like this, but they refuse that they do (Another UnderTale reference [i.e. 'Bit it Refused!!'])
Sorry for all the references!! If you didn't get one, you can look them up (except maybe for Alex Fierro's age) You can ask me later if you can't figure it out.
(February 5, 2017 - 7:24 pm)
~Valery
I've been crying forever, and no matter what the others do to comfort me, it doesn't work. Liam, my cousin and one of my best friends, is gone. The Government must have taken him, because that's the gossip around school. And we can't do much to stop it, because we might be taken too. But sometimes I wish I was there so I could see what was happening.
I haven't done any homework, even though we met in study groups after school. We just told Brooke what had happened, and she tells us that the same almost happened to her. They're getting bolder now, and looking for more than two at a time. This is bad. This is very very bad.
(February 5, 2017 - 8:11 pm)
~Liam
I wake up, and my ears ring for a split second and I'm flooded with a really bright light. But it all fades, almost too quickly, and I can feel my arms bound behind my chair. I'm across the table from a woman about in her 30s. She has pursed lips, honey-blonde hair, and dark brown eyes with big glasses. She wear a professional suit, and she stares at me, as if she is studying me.
"Liam Realy," she announces.
I look around. "I believe I'm him."
She gives me a side-ways smile which almost makes me grimace. She looks menacing.
"We didn't want to kidnap you, but there's no other way to convince people these days," she starts off, with almost a care-free tone.
"So you've never tried asking?"
"Would you reply and even agree when you've been watched with visible cameras and agents in dark glasses and suits following you around everywhere?" she asks, and she flutters her eyes. She then concentrates her gaze on me like a teacher expecting an answer from a disappointing student.
"You have a point," I say, shrugging. Might as well play along in this casual atmosphere. "What can I do for you?"
She smiles. "Mr. Realy, you've become a commander for a small group of young teenagers like yourself, who will defeat one of our enemies and get rid of the stupid people of this age."
(February 5, 2017 - 8:44 pm)
sorry about the delay
~stivious
I look at Jane, hen sigh.
"it happened" I say, "again"
she looks at me and sighs, "where are they?"
"I sent them to the bathroom."
(February 5, 2017 - 10:11 pm)
~Brooke
I am shocked. People are serious about kidnapping us.
Valerey is still crying. I feel so bad for her. No one deserves to have there cousin taken away from them. I know that they are close.
I finger my pen/stylus that I used just for chemistry. I start writing equations on my hand. Most of the, result in things blowing up.
(February 6, 2017 - 5:36 pm)
Hey ya'll, I think I'm going to have to drop out. Life is kinda hectic for me right now. So sorry.
(February 6, 2017 - 6:42 pm)
No worries! I completely understand. Thank you for making a charrie and posting!
(February 7, 2017 - 8:02 am)
~Brooke
I walk away from the meeting in shock. They have come after three of us so far. Who knows if they are going to come after us again, and worse, what if they actually succeed.
I think about this all night.
(February 22, 2017 - 10:30 am)