CB Disaster Thread!!!
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CB Disaster Thread!!!
CB Disaster Thread!!!
*Stretches RPing muscles* Ow. It's been a very long time since I've done any roleplaying. So this is a celebratory RP--thing. Celebrating the fact that I can finally do RPs, because I have more frequent--if slightly reduced--computer time.
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So, this is something that I've been pondering for quite a while. It's not exactly an RP--although, we will be doing RPing, but we'll also be talking and figuring out problems and things.
*Sighs in exasperation* Here, I'll just give you the explanation of what exactly this is.
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It's summer. Beautiful weather, fragrant flowers, no school. The CB is doing fine. It hasn't had a war in months and months, and everyone's getting along nicely...until one day, when a CB without a recognizable identity stumbles into the CB town hall.
He gasps and falls to the floor, utterly exhausted. The CBers jump up and crowd around him, a murmur of questions surrounding them.
The CBer raises his head slightly, his face streaked with dirt.
"The Admins have been kidnapped," he manages to breath, before he slumps to the floor and takes his last breath. It's then that they notice the arrow sticking out of his back, a large stain of dark red soaking into his shirt.
The CBers erupt into chaos, and start shouting at each other to be heard.
"The Admins--"
"He's dead--"
"What will happen without the Admins--"
"We're doomed--"
"What do we do--"
Then a short, brown-haired girl scrambles onto the table and raises her hand as far above her head as she can.
Everyone quiets down and looks at her.
"CBers!" She says, her voice quiet.. "What do we do? We survive, that's what we do. Haven't we survived before?"
She pauses, letting her words sink in. "Why don't we take it into our own hands and rescue the Admins? No one else is going to do it."
A hand pops up out of the crowd, followed by a question. "But where are the Admins?"
The girl smiles eerily. "Well, we're going to find out, aren't we?"
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This is part RP, part chat room. We need to find the Admins (BTW, sorry, Admins! I'm just, like, spontaneously kidnapping you.) and rescue them, before anything else tragic happens.
It's kind of like how Kyngdom works--people talk, agree on the best course of action, do some RPing, talk some more--like that.
There isn't a limit to the amount of people that can join, (we'll need all the help we've got!) but I'll start it around May 5th. (Not neccessarily on May 5th.) After that, you can join and we'll "meet" you in the story--and wandering CBer--and you can join our adventure.
So, now that I've explained it all, we can have the charrie sheets--
Charrie Sheet
CB Name:
Age: (if you don't want to say your real age, just pick a random age)
Appearance: (CB appearance or real life appearance)
Personality:
Weapon of choice: (doesn't have to be a weapon, like a sword or bow. It can be--oh, for heaven's sake--a frying pan or something.)
Other:
My Charrie Sheet
CB Name: Leafpool
Age: 11 and 5/8
Appearance: Waist-length light brown hair that is hardly ever waist length because it's always in waves from her braids. Brown eyes; a couple random freckles in random places on her face; pretty short for her age. (Ack, only 4' 3".) Usually wears something fashionable but comfortable. Has kind of tannish/mediumish skin, compared the rest of her family.
Personality: Tries to include everyone, loves social time, tries to control her (awful) temper but it sometimes comes out. Has the very rare disease "bookaddictionitis" which makes her take a 367-page book home from the library at 3:30 in the afternoon, watch a movie from 5:45 to 8:00, go to bed at 10:00, and yet still have it finished by 8:00 a.m. the next day. Will go into hysterical laughter at random things, also tends to jabber on and on until her parents tell her to stop. (A typical 11-year-old.) Also sometimes has random mood swings. (Also a typical 11-year-old.) Loves writing, too.
Weapon of choice: A bow that's slung over her back on a crossbody belt, with a quiver of arrows.
Other: Leads the adventure.
Ooooh, this is exciting! I've never been kidnapped before. I'm anxiously awaiting the outcome. . . .
Admin
(April 23, 2017 - 1:01 pm)
(May 16, 2017 - 12:45 pm)
I'm confused, what's going on currently?
(May 17, 2017 - 9:12 pm)
The CBers have split into two groups, one (including Lucy, Leafmist, Inktail, Killim) is under attack and Inktail's hurt. Icy, you and I are in another group, and we've been taken captive by...well, we don't know who yet. See my last roleplay post in the middle of the page.
And here's me--
I hear a grinding noise, and then suddenly there's clear air being wafted toward us. My vision un-hazes slightly.
There's a tall figure in a green cloak standing above me, with large black boots. And a knife in his hand.
I try to scream, but I'm gagged and I can do no more than make a muffled whining sound. I frantically wriggle around, trying to get away from the person with the knife.
I'm deadly frightened of sharp things.
The figure stows his knife in his belt, somewhere beneath his cloak. Then he speaks. His voice is slow and steady, musical almost.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you...yet."
He reaches down, and with a few deft moments removes my gag and unties my hands. I sit upright again and punch him in the face, as hard as I can in my position.
He claps a hand to his mouth, and removes it bloody. He breathes in deeply, several times, like he's attempting to control his temper. "You're bold for someone who's been captured." His voice is low.
He gestures to a chunk of bread on the ground. "I was going to bring you food--can't have the prisoners starving--but I think I'll hold back the food for now. And if you take it into your head to punch me again, you'll all be killed right away--regardless of what the master says." He spits out the word, as if the very sound of it is repulsive to him.
(May 18, 2017 - 5:16 pm)
Me~
I open my eyes to see a figure in a dark emrald green claok standing over Leafpool with a knife. I try to sit uo, but find that I am unable to because my am tied up.
So I quietly watch as the figure unties Leafpool and... CRACK!!! She punches him in the face and he claps a hand to his mouth. While I am to far away to see very well, I smell blood and smile to myself. Good job leafpool. I think. The figure gesture's to something on the ground and I faintly hear him say something about having brought her food and a master. I wonder who that could be....? I close my eyes again and sink into sleep, thoughts of figures in cloaks haunting my dreams.
(May 19, 2017 - 9:39 pm)
Toppity tophats! To the top of the CB!
(May 21, 2017 - 12:37 pm)
Toppity tophats! To the TOP!!! TOP!!! TOP!!! of the CB!
Top! Poke! Nudge! Top!
(May 24, 2017 - 1:24 pm)
(May 26, 2017 - 7:19 am)
(May 26, 2017 - 7:22 am)
(May 26, 2017 - 7:22 am)
Thx, AutumnArtist! I'm hoping the others will see this so we can continue RPing.
(May 26, 2017 - 2:36 pm)
Hey! This is really cool- can I join?
CB name: Quill
Age: 14
Apperance: Long (to the small of my back) curly hair the color of old parchment, grey-blue eyes, usually wears brown clamdiggers (capris), a forest green tunic, and a forest green cloak. Prefers to keep hair down, but if in combat, will put hair in a high pnoytail. Light skin, but with a bit of a tan.
Personality: Funny, sarcastic, a bit antisocial if you don't know me, stares off into space when I get an idea, loves climbing trees, and is extremely loyal if you gain my trust.
Weapon of Choice: A gnarled quarterstaff with runes carved down the side.
Other: LOVES READING AND WRITING!!!!!!!
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If there are too many CBers, let me know and I'll just read :)
(May 26, 2017 - 4:55 pm)
Sure, you can join!
...Ooh, do you mind if you're the one who rescues my half of the group from the...whoever captured us? I'll RP soon.
(May 28, 2017 - 11:25 am)
Awesome! Thanks, I was thinking something along the lines of that, but I didn't know where you want the story to go.
(May 28, 2017 - 8:05 pm)
Can I be with Quill?
Name: Kitten
Age: 10
Appearance: Wavy brown hair, pretty smile, cat ears and tail, usually wears a T-shirt and pants (or shorts, depending on the weather)
Personality: Tries to help everyone, loves little kids, determined, creative, can be bossy, can lose control of my feelings quickly
Weapon: A magical staff that shoots super-sharp words
Other: Can jump very high due to Irish dancing experience
(May 29, 2017 - 11:16 am)
RP~
I stumble out of the forest. I've been missing out of action. I sigh and sit on a stump, trying to clear my thoughts. The forest is too thick to map. I'm lost. I wearily get up and start wandering again.
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I'm going to have to drop out for a few months, three maybe. I might check in once in a while though.
(May 29, 2017 - 1:35 pm)