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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)
@Moonlight, sorry! I didn't realize that. I didn't actually mention her name in the writing, now that I think about it. The old writing in italics was supposed to end with her signing her name. Perhaps we can name her... Edna? That sounds like an old-timey name.
@Dandelion, the voices could definitely be Alex or Brie.
(January 15, 2019 - 6:37 pm)
can Mary Mark Caleb?
(January 16, 2019 - 2:41 pm)
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(January 17, 2019 - 7:57 am)
Note: I might not be able to post as much, school is getting in the way. I can promise I'll post on weekends and Fridays.
(January 18, 2019 - 4:00 pm)
I haven't posted in a while, I know, I should...
(January 18, 2019 - 7:07 pm)
Why is no one saying ANYTHING
(January 21, 2019 - 2:27 pm)
Yeah most of us forgot about this RP. Admins, please top so everyone will remember!
(January 28, 2019 - 12:43 pm)
Top top top top top top top top top pleeeeeeease
(January 29, 2019 - 9:27 pm)
Okay just a revised part fixed it! Here ya go
~Liana
"Maybe she can help you rest!" I cry "I have an idea!" I take off running toward my bell system.
"Liana! No!" Cara-Lee chases after me.
I pull the bell 13 times and one by one the others show up quite suprised.
"Who called this meeting?" Christy asks
"I did" I say in a matter of fact way
"Y-you did?" Mary asks
"Yep..." Cara-Lee says "By the way, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" She yells at me.
"I have an idea!" i shoot back
"Well now that the whole town knows why don't you sjout it from the rooftops!"
I roll my eyes "Well Cara-Lee marked a girl and what if we mark the other kids and they can help us rest?"
"Um... Liana" Adam starts
"You see only the, uh, pure of heart can be marked" Edward finishes.
"And that means..." I ask not understanding. Then it hits me. None of them could be pure of heart. Maybe only one of them is. "Oh." I say "Well meeting ajourned" I slink back to the shadows and sulk. I'll never rest. I'll be stuck here forever.
(January 29, 2019 - 10:23 pm)
Hey! Liana, you can mark all of them and see which one dosen't have the mark!
Also I'll comment(with Mary) soon.
(January 31, 2019 - 9:53 am)
I haven't forgotten about this, but I wasn't posting anything because the next post should probably be another ghost, and I was waiting for Dandelion anyway.
I feel like we should have all of the kids meet so that they can discuss the ghosts together rather than everyone being separate.
(January 30, 2019 - 10:24 pm)
I agree
(January 31, 2019 - 9:48 am)
*rushes in* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Sorry I forgot about this thread!
Bailey~
"Remind me why we moved to this sorry excuse for a town?" I say as I close the door of our limosine. Gosh, we look so fancy compared to everyone esle.
"Because,this place is barren, but also a spectacle. The people here need our family!", Father replies. I come from a family of doctors and surgeons, they're all really rich. Father always wants us to be better than everyone else. I sigh and we head towards our new home, it's larger than any other houses we've ever lived in. When we enter the house, it's full of old air, you can tell the doors hadn't been opened in at least a decade.Something about this town makes it seem like I'm not supposed to be there, my face feels hot and there's a ringing in my ears. I close amy eyes and breathe in and out. I open my eyes and I'm different room thatI assume is my bedroom. I must've blacked out or something. The room is tall and cold, there's a stain glass window in the pattern of a black dog in a field. It's cold in here. I go downstairs and explore the rooms that line the hallway. I find Father setting up his office, there's a sign on his door it says Best Dad, award Winning Doctor
"Father?"
"Yes, Bailey?"
"Can you help me put my bed in my room"
"Sure".
When we make it up to my room something is awfully wrong.
The Window has changed to something, different. An image that will haunt me forever.
(February 1, 2019 - 10:49 am)
(February 7, 2019 - 11:00 am)
This was on, like, page 4, so I thought I'd better do my duty and post SINCE NO ONE ESLE HAS IN A MILLION YEARS.
My charrie is actually its own post (page 6), since I was, ya knoew, VERY NEW when I posted it . . .heh heh . . . .
Agnes~
What is this, this tearing at my flesh?
"Mom," I call, running downstairs, "something's wrong!"
All is silence. I can hear the grandfather clock ticking. The pain in my chest grows. Then I remember: my mom is at work, back in Cortville. 7 miles away.
I scream quietly, unable to bear it, and run up to my room, my hair flying about my face, and fall into bed.
Lounging on the floor, Pumpkinsoft stares up at me with knowing eyes. Suddenly I realize: she is speaking to me. And her voice comes from the pain.
You have a special heart. It can bear great heartache, heartache that is not your own, and make it your own. Their is heartache here,in this house, that of a ghost. I can speak to ghosts, being a cat. That is how I can speak to you now.
"Make it stop."
You must wait for the bathos.
I don't even know what that means. But I am too miserable to ask.
To heartbroken.
Why have I ever had a reason to be heartbroken, though??? And how long will I bear the pain of this ghost in my heart?
Will it even come to any good?
~~~
And that, my friends, is what I ask you. Will this post affect the plot? Maybe could it be in synchronization (hope that's how you use the term) with the marking thing?
Goodbye. And please, let's not abandon this RP.
(February 25, 2019 - 11:36 pm)