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Ghost RP!!
October, 2019.
In an uninhabited forest region of Massachusetts, a town appears out of the mist.
Impossibly.
Nobody can remember building the town. None of the people who have lived near it, even those ancient souls who’ve lived in the neighboring town forever.
Obviously, there’s nothing to be afraid of- it’s just an odd coincidence. The town was probably abandoned by some early settlers. With a bit of care and some modern technology, it could become a beautiful little haven.
So thirteen families move in, perfectly filling the thirteen tumbledown Victorian houses in the town’s largest neighborhood.
Six families, coincidentally, have children- well, young adults, really- all the same age. That very same fateful number.
You guessed it- thirteen.
The teens have noticed something peculiar- something that the adults in the mysterious new town seem to be blind to- eerie, otherworldly sounds and apparitions popping up everywhere.
So they investigate.
And their world is turned upside down.
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Okay. Hi guys.
Today’s my second CBversary (Well, okay, fine, the actual date of my CBversary is Saturday, but I couldn’t wait two whole days to post this!) so I decided to make an RP to celebrate!
And yes, I do know that this is December, not October. XD
In this RP, you can either be a Ghost or a Kid. The Kids are the thirteen-year-olds who investigate the town, the Ghosts are haunting the buildings. Each Ghost has something to put right in the world before they can rest in peace, and are enlisting the help of the Kids to make it right. This story is kinda rough so far- I’m leaving it up to you guys to develop it!
I’ll post my charrie once this thread goes up! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!
Ghost sheet:
Name:
Age they were when they died:
# of years dead:
Appearance (features, hair and clothing- they all appear a shimmering bluish-white in color):
Personality:
Cause of Death:
Connection to Ashmire:
What building/object do they haunt? (one of the houses, a certain store, library, etc.):
What do they need to find to rest in peace? (a treasured posession, their family, lost love, etc.):
Other:
Kid sheet:
Name:
Gender/Pronouns:
Appearance:
Personality:
What Ghost are they (in some way) connected with?:
How? (are they connected with that ghost) (ex: ancestor, shared interests, etc.):
Other:
Rules:
1: One ghost or kid charrie per person please, unless I say that you can make others.
2: There are 6 kids and 5 ghosts (not including mine) available. You can make secondary charries if you wish, but once I say spots are closed, SPOTS ARE CLOSED.
3: No mean or rude comments to others! (Not that I expect that any of you would do this)
4: You can reserve a spot, but if you haven’t posted your charrie within 3 days, I will give your spot to someone else.
5: Please try to post. Don’t join if you won’t post.
6: Ghost people: Try not to make your character's appearance and/or cause of death too descriptive/gruesome.
7: Most importantly, HAVE FUN!!!!
Happy New Year!
~Elementgirl <3
submitted by elementgirl18917, age 12, Broadway
(December 27, 2018 - 10:58 am)
(December 27, 2018 - 10:58 am)
I'm an innocent topper named teepito top who occasionally is bleepito blob. In order to make this tip top post reach the zenith of popularity, it'll need to be peepity topped. Other bo-beepity boppers feel a special awe for all of the toppers. And many, many, yes many agree with little old bleepito blop top me!
(January 5, 2019 - 3:10 pm)
...why is this topping post so beautiful... XD
Aquamarine wins the award for creative topping!
<3
(January 5, 2019 - 7:32 pm)
So.....I accidentally posted my charrie instead of replaying to yours.....did you notice?
(January 5, 2019 - 7:18 pm)
@Admins, could you please delete my previous post and replace it with this:
Nice charrie, Spiffycat! I really like the cause of death, and that could make for some interesting RPing. But unfortunately, the ghost spots are filled. Could you please change your charrie just a little to make her one of the kids? Thank you! :D
<3
(January 6, 2019 - 8:30 am)
OK can my Kid just be connected to some random person's ghost, as long as they died a tragic death????? I don't want to slow you guys down
(January 7, 2019 - 10:25 pm)
Yes! Your kid can be connected to Quill's charrie. (Look at page 4) Then we can start RPing!
(January 9, 2019 - 6:40 am)
aw thanks. I just started typing. Ooooooh I'm so excited for this RP to begin!!!!!
(January 6, 2019 - 4:26 pm)
Could you maybe make your character as elementgirl suggested so we can start RPing? I'm excited!
(January 7, 2019 - 8:20 pm)
(January 10, 2019 - 5:21 pm)
YAY it's starting! I usually don't write long posts, but I hope this is acceptable.
Annmarie-
I swung the car door open, clutching my notebook. It's freezing, like icy cold drops are taking over my skin. I turn to see a beautiful old Victorian. It's a gray old thing, with blue curtains hanging in the windows. Dad had hired a team to patch up the place, so it's sparkling new. Flavia,, whose only seven, races toward the door, and it swung open. Margaret, my 10-year-old sister, races after Flavia. I can hear gasps coming from inside. I grab my two duffel bags and run inside. I drop my things by the stairs and marvel over the living room. It has a sparkling chandelier, a plush red sofa, a fireplace, and two blue wingback chairs sitting at a table. I continue on to a cute little kitchen, a glorious library, and a pretty little guest room. Then, Flavia says, "I wanna see my new room!" and races up the stairs, Margaret trailing her. I grab my duffels and continue upstairs, peering into the bedrooms. I pick a jungle green room with a queen, a desk, a dresser, and a huge bookshelf. Mom calls out, "While we're getting the hous ready, why don't you kids check out the town?". I don't know what Flavia or Margaret say, I just race downstairs. The crisp air hits me again, but I continue on. After five minutes I come across a main street. At the end, I see a theater. I've only seen two musicals, but I love theater. I look in, investigating the theater. Then, I hear a wail. Nope, I'm out. Goodbye. I rush out. I don't know what the wail was, but I know it's bad.
(January 11, 2019 - 4:22 pm)
Newbie nerd me wants to know the exact meaning of "RPing", plz
It's short for role-playing: participating in a role-play story.
Admin
(January 11, 2019 - 6:46 pm)
@Jithkeeper- RPing is when you write a little piece of the story from your characters point of view. It should be at least 2-3 paragraphs and continue the story without “using” anyone else’s character too much. Secret’s post is a good example.
<3
(January 13, 2019 - 8:56 am)
My Rp posts usually aren't too good, but I liked my last one.
(January 13, 2019 - 10:51 am)
Caleb -
I clamber out of the car, dumping my duffel bag onto the grass. The crisp air makes the tips of my fingers and nose tingle, and I shake out my pins and needles, which have been bugging me for the entire car ride - almost as much as my two older brothers. A mini van is not enough room for three bored kids, an excitable labrador and two exasperated parents.
My brother Harley yells at me from the other side of the front yard to come and help him unload the car. I pretend not to hear, as I shuffle towards the oak front door, gazing in wonder at the finished product of our new house. I've seen it before in fliers and photos, but it's even grander and a little bit spooky in person.
Mum unlocks the door and I help my brothers heave our luggage through the front door. I think this one room is bigger than our entire house. Okay, maybe not, but you get it - it's big. I breathe in the smell of old house (which smells a bit like old books and a bit like wet wood). I suddenly remember the reason why I was so eager to check out this new house, as I dash up the stairs with my brothers close behind. The first room we reach is large and painted a dull dark red colour. I don't mind, I can always repaint it. I close my eyes and imagine where all my furniture from the removalist truck will go. I don't know why, but this room just feels right for me. "I call first dibs," I say quickly.
Harley and my other brother Lucas share a look. "On that room? No thank you." They start down the hallway. I look at my new room again and bite my lip. What was I thinking? Some paint was pealing on the wall, the light switch wasn't working and I bet I could almost touch the ceiling if I jumped.
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I was thinking that Alizerine's charrie used to live in that room, which is why Caleb is drawn to it.
(January 13, 2019 - 5:50 pm)
Christy~
There were footprints in the dust on the ancient wood floor of the theater this morning. Faint, like whoever made them was just taking a few cautious steps inside the building, but there nonetheless. There- and undoubtedly human.
The prints stop in the middle of the lobby, where the person turned around. From what I can see, the steps leaving the lobby are much farther apart than the ones coming in- whoever was in here was in a hurry to get out.
Whoever was in here.
Still in shock, I pull open the door that leads to the main auditorium of the dusty, tumbledown theater that is my home. I hover over the back row of chairs, staring down over the orchestra pit, several abandoned instruments lying forgotten, carelessly left on the floor. Beyond that is the stage, a once-magnificent, massive wood structure with a moth-eaten red velvet curtain. The sight of that curtain brings me back- to when I was seven years old and first performed on the stage.
The memory is faint- more a whirl of colors and sounds than anything else. I have no recollection of what show it was or what role I played, just the view over the audience and a feeling of utter joy. My first time ever being onstage. Even then, I loved performing.
I interrupt my daydream with the realization of what I have to do. Quickly, I float over to the stage and ring the bell positioned behind the curtain. The emergency bell, which every ghost in Ashmire has an exact copy of, reserved for only the most desperate of times. I’d rather not be the one who has to do this- I’m not the best at taking the lead- but now is definitely a desperate time.
Thirteen times I pull the rope, signaling to all the ghosts of Ashmire that something urgent has happened. One by one they appear- several with friendly smiles on their faces, several looking irritated that I called them here. They settle down quickly, obviously curious about the “emergency”. I decide to get right to the point. After exchanging greetings with all of them, I tell the news.
“This morning, I was walking in the lobby of the theater and I saw footprints.” A collective gasp ripples around the small circle of ghosts. “There was someone in the lobby this morning. And whoever it was must have heard me singing, because they turned and ran back out the door.”
“And what does this have to do with us?” mutters Liana, snarky as usual.
“I think what Christy’s trying to say is that she thinks these could be the people that could help us all… well, you know,” says Cara-Lee, standing up with her hands firmly on her hips. She nods her head in agreement. “Besides, I’ve seen some humans, too. They moved into the mansion today!”
Edward voices what everyone seems to be thinking. “So what do we do?”
“I think we should wait before we show ourselves.” I reply. “I just wanted to warn you.”
“Really?” says Liana. “We’re just going to sit here and wait while this opportunity goes by?”
“Well, do you have a better idea?” retorts Cara-Lee. They’re glaring at each other now, and a few of the other ghosts are looking alarmed. Mary, the youngest, has wrapped her arms around her knees, making her small, frail body form a tight ball. Uh oh.
Adam turns to me. “Christy, I hate to ask, but could you please adjourn the meeting before this” -he waves his hand in the general direction of the beginning argument- “gets too out of hand?”
“Oh- of course,” I say sheepishly. “Meeting adjourned, everyone! Bye!”
They leave- eagerly, as to get as far away from the two stubborn girls as they can- and I’m alone again. Alone to go back to the lobby, where the footprints in the dust are illuminated by the full harvest moon, and wonder if whoever made them could be my one and only hope.
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Hi! I hope you like it- I figured that the ghosts would all probably already know each other. Sorry if I controlled any of your charries too much or if this isn’t how you wanted the story to start. Also sorry I haven’t been posting- I’ve been busy with school.
<3
(January 13, 2019 - 6:34 pm)