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I'm starting a stoRy. I'm not sure what "RP's" and "RR's" stand for, so you'll have to figure out what kind this story this is on your own. Here's mY character:
NaMe: Amitty Lastion (LAST-yun)
Age: 10 1/2 (Turns 11 in sTorY)
Appearance: Wears very colorful clothing (sometimes her mom says "that clothing is the only speck of color out here on the KansaS prairie.");hAs reddIsh-brownish hair; and blue-gray eyes.
Pet: A dog namEd GoldIe.
(o000o0o0o0o0 means 'one day earlier...')
//Amitty Lastion\\
How come forecasters alway predict- no, not predict. How come forecasters always warn you about flash floods and tornados, but never warn you that after a tornado all your belongings might fall out of the sky. That's exactly what happened on the day my life turned upside-down. Literally upside-down.
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"Amitty! A tornado is coming! Fetch Goldie and get in the cellar. Daddy and I will be there in a minute..." But they didn't come. Goldie and I waited an hour, all the time wishing that nothing had happened. Well, Mom and Dad finally came, and Dad said that the tornado had come unexpectedly, so they'd had to hide in their closet.
If you're still reading this, and not getting scared off, I'll give you a warning. This was not the worst part of my tale. That came three days later.
Ok I aM noW donE. If you Liked this, recommend it to your friends. If you Hated it, recommend it to your enEmies.
submitted by Mabel E., age 10, Sea of green
(March 6, 2012 - 7:21 pm)
(March 6, 2012 - 7:21 pm)
RP stands for Roleplay, and RR tsands for Round Robin.
(March 7, 2012 - 11:57 am)
Agent Kit Kat reporting for duty ;)
Name: Kitty Jackson
Age: 14
Appearance: frizzy blond hair, blue eyes, freckly, 5'9"
Pet: parrot named Gertrude who often sits on her shoulder.
Another warning for a tornado flashed on the screen. "Mama, are we sure the house will hold?" I called into the other room.
"The house will hold?" Gertrude parroted from her perch on the couch behind me.
"Shut up, Gertrude," I whispered.
"It should," Mama called, "This house has been standing since before I was born and will stand long after I die." I groan. I've started her story again. Gertrude says the rest before she can, "It's withstood the tornadoes of '76, '89, '97, and 2004."
Mama popped in next to the couch, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Wow, you've trained that bird well."
"Thanks, Mama. But, seriously, shouldn't we go in Old Man Mercer's storm cellar?"
(December 11, 2012 - 4:23 pm)
@Agent doomtribble: At one point on cricket I went undercover as Mabel E. I sort of wanted others to find me on cricket, so I left a clue of randomly capitalized letters. Whoever randomly capitalized their letters would have been me. Eventually, I became Violet and unveiled myself as Mabel E. So, it was sort of like a long SI.
Now, down to the story.
//Amitty Lastion\\
After mom and dad came to the cellar, we waited in the darkness for at least two hours. Goldie was almost barking her head off at the end, and dad peeked out of the cellar. "Amazing!" He said. "The storm is gone and it left everything except the house! This is just unbelieveable!" Now Goldie was whineing. Mom said, "I do believe that dog is try to tell us something." That's when I saw it. Our house, fully intact, falling out of the sky upside-down.
Thanks, Violet (wishing myself across the world)
(December 14, 2012 - 1:18 pm)
Why are there randomly capitalized letters?
TOOOOOP!
(December 11, 2012 - 5:19 pm)
So, I think I've asked this before, but, do we just pick up where someone else left off? Also, I'm kinda grateful someone else didn't know what this kinda thing was called.
(January 1, 2013 - 7:55 pm)
@blondheroinesrule: this story is a role play (rp). That means you create a character and write from that point of view.
Thanks, Violet (wishing myself across the world)
(January 4, 2013 - 6:16 pm)
Neat! Here goes...
Name: Lydia Murphy
Age: 12
Appearence: Shortly cropped blonde hair that kinda sticks out cause she cuts it herself. Fierce blue/grey eyes that sometimes are bright blue, sometimes dark blue, sometimes grey. She's on the shorter side, but has spunk to make up for it! Usually wears jeans, black combat boots, a light pink shortsleeve jacket top, and fingerless gloves.
Personality: Spunky, yet quiet. Doesn't like to be the center of attention. Usually by herself. She doesn't like being like the other frivolous girls who are in social cliques. Is actually warm, kind if you take the time to get to know her, but defends herself.
Lydia stared out the orphanage bay window at the gathering dark grey, almost black clouds. She was surprisingly calm for a girl who knew a tornado was about to hit. Mrs. Andrew came running into the living room where Lydia sat. "Lydia!" She practically screamed. "There's a tornado coming, get away from that window!" Lydia slid off the seat, and looked at Mrs. Andrew. She was a pretty women, especially for an orphanage runner. Not at all like you see in movies and such. She was kind to, but there were so many kids at the orphanage, she didn't pay much attention to Lydia. Not that Lydia minded. Most people didn't care two cents about her. "Come on!" Mrs. Andrew herded outside and into the celler. Gabriel grabbed Lydia's arm as soon as she was half way down. "Where were you?" He demanded. "Watching," Lydia replied. She didn't mind Gabriel, even though he was usually getting her out of scrapes. He was an older boy, fifteen to be exact, and was what Mrs. Andrew always said; "Heaven sent." He usually helped out with the younger kids, keeping them in line. He was more brotherly to them. That was another reason Lydia didn't mind him so much. He reminded her of her older brother, Jack. Pain stabbed Lydia's heart. No, she couldn't think about Jack. It hurt her too much. It had been over a year, and still the wound felt fresh. Suddenly, they heard it. The tornado coming closer by the second. It was a loud roaring, and Lydia also heard the wind screaming outside the celler doors. It reminded her of what harpies, like the ones she had read about, would sound like. Then, just as quickly as it came, it went. Mrs. Andrew cautiously pushed open the celler door.
(January 5, 2013 - 4:53 pm)
Mabel, keep this thread going! I really liked it!
(January 6, 2013 - 8:26 pm)
PEOPLE!!! Keep this thread going! I love stuff like this!
(January 7, 2013 - 10:18 pm)
@BlondeHeroinesRule: Actually, there is nobody named Mabel E. anymore. If you read my explanation, you'll see why. And I will continue the story, once I get home. I'm doing this from mobile. I also need more people! Please join, guys! If it's ok, I'm putting everyone's writing on this story together into one thing, and giving credit! Also, please do your chatting on this post within your addition to the story.
Thanks, Violet (wishing myself across the world)
(January 12, 2013 - 2:00 pm)
Hooray! Yes, people, join! @ Violet; oops, sorry!
Cappie says ycan. Yah! I can! I can help this thread get off the ground!
(January 12, 2013 - 7:55 pm)
Oh! I'll try!
Name: Zada
Age: 12
Apperance: Dark hair, dark eyes, and a large straght bag full of eqquimment hung at her shoulder. (skis?) She wears dark blue jeans and a black turtle neck, which she looks good in, much to the despite of turtle neck haters.
Pet: Small, nocturnal rabbit named Mr. Snowman with two large front teeth and white puffy fur.
Zada heard the tornado siren in the distance, and the first thing she thought was, Mr. Snowman. That rabbit was her everything. She ran upstairs, her mother shouting at her and telling her to get back down to the basement, but Zada wouldn't listen. She grabbed Mr. Snowman up in her arms and dashed back downstairs. She glanced out her window and saw the tornado coming right at her house.
Zada screamed. She knew she was not the first person that night to see the tornado, but she felt like it was just her and the tornado. She remembered everything that meant something to her--Her fencing swords, Mr. Snowman, her harp. All that was going to be gone.
Zada's parents heard her scream from upstairs, but they could do nothing to help without killing themselves, they figured. Finally, Zada's father decided that if Zada was dead, he would rather be dead too. Zada's mom agreed. The two of them grabbed some flashlights and walked up the stairs to the basement and opened the door, just to see the tornado making its way across their torn-down house at them.
Zada had outrun the tornado. She wasn't sure how she did it. One minute she was watching it come towards her, the next leaping out the front window like a superhero, breaking the glass and clutching Mr. Snowman in her hands.
Zada wasn't a superhero, though, and felt cuts and brusises all over her body. She watched the tornado leave, her house in ruins, and tears came to her eyes. She managed to sit up. She hugged Mr. Snowman some more, who seemed to be suffocating from how much he had been held and squeezed. To him, nothing had happened.
Shaikily, Zada got to her feet. She didn't want to see the damage, but her feet seemed to move against her will. Were her parents alright?
To get to the basement, Zada had to pass through her room. She picked at her few belongings nervously. Only one of her two fencing swords had survived, and her harp was a mess. Zada picked up the foil and nervously paced out of the room.
Zada walked towards the basement, feeling her heart sink with every step. The mural she and her mom had painted on a wall was ruined, and her father's toothbrush on the floor. She hoped they were alright.
She walked through the ruins, a few meters away from the basement, when a neighbor called out.
"ZADA?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Zada felt her will fight itself, but finally she picked up a ski bag and stuck her remaining sword in. She repositioned Mr. Snowman in her arms, who by now was really wondering when he would get to go back in his cage.
Zada glanced back at the wreck and felt more tears in her eyes. She buried her face in Mr. Snowman's fur (who by now was extremly annoyed) and ran to join the neighbor.
She still didn't know if her parents were okay.
Sorry it's a bit long!
(January 16, 2013 - 8:54 pm)
Come on People! This is the only thing I thought about all day! I even drew a picture of my character! (I would paste it if I knew how!)
(January 17, 2013 - 7:40 pm)
Yeah! More writers! I'd been trying to help Violet get this thread off the ground! Hooray! I would write more of my character, but I don't know where to go from here.
(January 18, 2013 - 4:24 pm)
Are you kidding me? Your paragraph was so awesome! I want my character to meet all of the cast so far--it'a just so good and I'm worried about using anyone's character.
(January 18, 2013 - 8:41 pm)