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Another RP.
Because SC is very bored and she needs to get something to read and she's going crazy and she's talking in third person... SO, coming up with something must help. Except she doesn't know what.
THINK THINK THINK THINK THINK THINK
oo-kay. Pencil. Lead. Drawing. Ink. Dark. Monsters. Deep. Calm. Dead. Zombie. Brains. NOT HELPING!!!!
ARGH!!!
Now I am sane. So, going off of the whole Fairyland idea (anybody remember that?) let's stick somebody in Fairyland Prison. Let's rename it. How about... Deaderland Prison. oo-kay. Deaderland Prison is in the Deaderlands. Under the ocean.
Here's the premise:
Fairyland's most secure prison is the Deaderland Prison, so named because it is located in the Deaderlands, the harshest, cruelest enviorment there is: the enormous, totally sterile former science lab that is floating just below the surface of the Bottom of the World Ocean. Think Zimbabwe sized. (It looks about right on the map helpfully located on the wall next to my computer) That's the Deaderland Science Lab. The Deaderland Prison just a small part of it.
Onto characters: Probably not gods, this time, just because it would easy for them to escape. So, normal (or not so normal) characters from fairy tales/myths/poems/songs/whatever.
Name: Peter Pan
Age: Uh... 19?
Appearance: He does not wear tights. Or a dress. Or a cap with a feather in it. In fact, he is currently wearing a bright yellow prison suit. With FAIRYLAND PRISON written on it in black. But yeah, he looks about nine. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Regular.
Other Very Important Stuff: His shadow keeps (annoyingly) falling off. And he can fly. But not through concrete, so he's stuck.
Object: Escape from Deaderland Prison, for crimes that may or may not have actually been committed!
submitted by SC, age gone, FOR NARNIA
(March 28, 2012 - 9:27 pm)
(March 28, 2012 - 9:27 pm)
Tiffany can you possibly change the guard to someone else?
(April 11, 2012 - 4:33 pm)
Sure!
Then, one of the guards bursts in--Little Bo Peep, Captain of the Guards. The wolf teeth jangle on her wrists as she grabs me by the hand.
I'm keeping the wolf teeth. You can make up your own scenario with Little Bo Peep and wolf teeth.
(April 11, 2012 - 6:42 pm)
I found the entire rhyme somewhere. Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and doesn't know where to find them. There's this whole other stuff about lost tails. A wolf must have eaten them. So Bo goes and kills the wolf, on her own, without the help of a hunter. Therefore, the teeth. She then goes on to protect the world from crime and eventually becomes Warden of Deaderland Prison.
Tada!
(April 11, 2012 - 9:29 pm)
You are a genious!!! Thank you!
(April 12, 2012 - 2:58 pm)
Okay, I am changing my character
Name: Little Bo Peep
Occupation: Captain of guard
Appearance: Pretty blond hair and HUGE innoncent blue eyes. The resemblance ends here.
Object: Keep everyone in Deaderland Prison
(April 12, 2012 - 7:01 pm)
Cool!
Rei~
The whole place was dark and quiet. You could just barely see the sliver of moon that came through the crack of my cell. I sat motionless, waiting until I was certain Cerberus was snoring in the chair in front of my cell. Everyone else was asleep too, hopefully. I took a deep breath, and quietly slipped my hand under my cot, finding the rough bumpy surface of the stick. Biting my lip, I tiptoed over to the edge of my cell, took the stick, and slowly inched it towards Cerberus's belt, where the keys hung. It was almost too easy, really, and it proved what idiots the guards were around here for not taking the stick away. This was the oldest trick in the book.
Cerberus gave a snort when my stick was inches away from the keys. I froze, and waited motionless as the snort turned back into a snore. I gave a small sigh of relief, and prayed that the stick wouldn't bump into his side when I got the stick through the ring. Slowly, slowly...
"Yes," I whispered as the stick slowly slipped through the ring. When they were safely in my cell, I threw the stick aside and, hands shaking, pushed the key into the lock.
It fit.
(April 15, 2012 - 8:48 pm)
Question: what does RP.B mean? And is there a place where I can post stuff about the book I'm writing right now?
Sorry. I've never been on this site b4.
Macon
Welcome, Macon. The Inkwell section is for people to talk about writing. RP stands for Role Play. I'm not sure what the B means. Will someone else please explain? Thanks.
Admin
(April 18, 2012 - 3:20 pm)
Hi, and welcome to the CB. The B doesn't stand for anything, it's just part of the word 'because' that got cut off.
See this thread for common terms:
Ok, never mind. Just figured out that you were the one who commented on it XD
(April 18, 2012 - 7:28 pm)
Little Bo Peep, the captain of the guards, came up to my cell. "Someone to see you, killer," she remarked. I smiled. Paper and pen at last!!
It was the prince from The Little Mermaid. "I just read your tale," he said, "What does it mean about the princess not being the one who saved me?"
I gulped. I had known this was coming. "Where's the mermaid now?!" he bellowed.
"Didn't you read the ending? Christyna died. She is now searching for her eternal soul," I said, scared for my life. Little Bo Peep wouldn't care if he killed me.
"Well take this paper and change the story!" he screamed.
"Uh uh," Bo Peep said, taking the parchment and quill, "That's considered contraband for this inmate."
I wept as she dragged me to my cell. So close...
(April 19, 2012 - 8:47 am)
Rei~
The door swung open. I stared at it for a minute, not believing it.
Freedom!
Now, all I had to do was find a way out. Biting my lip, I strolled nonchalontly out of the cell, feeling amazed to walk more than a few steps. Cerberus snored, and muttered something about lamb chops. Hans was snoozing in his cell, muttering something about mermaids and mad princes. So long, suckers!
I followed my instincts and turned right. Being lost in the woods by a wolf did not come without some advantages. I could sniff out an exit like a hound dog. Left, right. Left, right.
"Who are you?"
I froze, and didn't turn around. It sounded like a kids voice, but I couldn't be sure. "How come you're..."
Finally, I could let my self-defense moves rip.
I tackled whoever it was, let them hit the ground, pinned them, and covered their mouth. "If you want to make it out in one piece, than shut up, don't tell anyone and I'll let you go." I hissed, hoping I hadn't made much noise.
My victim couldn't be any more than nine. He was in a yellow jump suit, and was slightly levitating. I knew exactly who it was.
"Peter Pan." I said. "Well well. Fancy you being here. Out for a midnight stroll, I suppose?"
"Geez, Rei. You have wicked arms." He said, struggling under my pin. "Let me go! And yes, I'm out here for the same reason you are."
"Not until you swear you'll tell me where the nearest exit is."
"If I knew that, I woulda been out of here ages ago." I rolled my eyes. He wasn't as sharp as I remembered.
"You have to have some idea. Look, if you at least give me a hint, I promise I'll get you out. I still owe you a favor, you know." Not so long ago, before I got locked up, I ran into Peter Pan when I was on the run. We stuck together, shared food, and we're pretty sure we'd make it, until the prison found us. Being pretty mentally unstable, I didn't really know what to do, so Peter basically hid me and ran for it. He got caught. It gave me a few more weeks of freedom, but they found me too.
He seemd to think about it. "Fine. I'll show you." He said, and started levitating towards a near hallway. But I felt myself fall over something.
"Oof!" I said, and heard a snort. "Wha-?"
"Guard!" Peter yelled, and zoomed down the hallway. "Run, Rei!" I got up and followed him, hearing the prison guard wake up behind us.
"PRISON BREAK!"
(April 19, 2012 - 7:37 pm)