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The Forgotten Ones
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Fr, 05.October.12, 10:40 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Siblings are wonderful and helpful, right? Yeah...no. Older siblings from the medieval period always gets the power, the rank, the wealth, everything. Being second gave you nothing except for a big mansion and a taste of being arrogant. Bit by bit, we were not seen as kids to spend money on. Family by family, each of us were killed or poisoned by our own family ones. However relief came, but it wasn't enough. With all sorts of new scientific advancements, the wealthiest discussed the potential of new enhancements: Powers.
Unfortunately, both the government and the science department agreed to the testing of making a superhuman that could change the world. They needed humans and our family supplied them us. We weren't needed. We were just a piece of useless meat that could contaminate our older brother/sister. The government changed everything about us from our birth certificate to other legal documents until we were kids without families.
We begged not to be sent off, but with our patriarchal system, there was no arguing. We were sent off at the young age of 11 and was never to be seen for a couple of years. What happened in there was indescribable. Out of the 1000 kids that were sent, less than half died from the extreme conditions that none of us were used to. After the couple of years, only ten of us were left that had stayed in the light. Others have been swayed for the darkness and now works for the scientists. We emerged as people that have "superior" traits. However we successfully rebelled and ditched the lab, knowing full well that the government will not stop at anything to have us in their clutches.
We all have a reason on the government, but most of us formed a group with a motto.
Change the government and let us be accepted as an equal human being, with or without wealth.
RULES:
1. Romance will be ZILCH until I say so.
2. Your character must be 17+.
3. Be realistic.
4. I'm dictator here.
5. There will be betrayals, traps, and what not. We'll be caught if not careful.
6. Refer to #3 at all times.
7. Few people will have to have 2+ characters.
Cs:
Forgotten Ones
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (modern clothes but be reasonable since you are on the run unless it's the dark side)
Items: (no money or any expensive items unless it's the dark side.)
Personality: (torture= change of personality unless it's the people in the dark side)
Light or Dark: (no in between)
Power: (no elements allowed or any big ones.)
Bio: (Must have a rich family and some sort of older sibling/s, reason for light/dark side)
Other:
Government Officials/ Scientist/ Soldiers/ Guards
Name:
Age: (30+)
Appearance: (be considerate)
Personality: (must have: twisted, ugly, mean, personality)
Position: (be reasonable. for a high position you would be older...unless exceptions occur which is not much.)
Weapons: (not too deadly, mandatory tranquilizers, max. 3)
Items: (YOU ARE RICH!! max. 3)
Bio: (why you take this job)
Other:
Note: This is mostly a combo of books squashed together.
Note: I took some time on this.
Note: I'm hungry.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:03 PM | Message # 101 |
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| Dagan:
I looked at Moon and said "What's with the wolves...all smelling me?" I said being surrounded by them.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:04 PM | Message # 102 |
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| Liz
I groaned quietly as I sat down, leaning against a wall. I closed my eyes, listening to the world above. Unconsciously, I had drew a map slowly. First a grid emerged and slowly I put in the dot as us. I paused for a second, frowning.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:04 PM | Message # 103 |
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| Umbra
I climbed to the head of one. "You think humans are trustworthy in a situation like this?" I said sarcastically as I licked my paw.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:07 PM | Message # 104 |
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| Umbra had a point.
I had mostly calmed down, and sat against a wall, thinking of what to do next. Naru came up next to me, and i gave her a petting on the head as she rubbed her cheek against my leg.
Walk without rhythm
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:11 PM | Message # 105 |
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| Dagan:
I smiled "Point made" I sat down by the wall. I sighed as I felt the wolf's paw I kept around my neck. I muttered "Why would Gorden do that..."
Flashback:
"Gorden we got to get out of here" I said looking at him.
He looked at me with a haunting gleem in his eyes. He than said "Actually...little brother..." He got bigger. "The Scientist made me an offer....I couldn't refuse."
End Flashback
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:14 PM | Message # 106 |
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| Liz
"including us?"
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:18 PM | Message # 107 |
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| There was a discarded piece of wood on the cave wall beside me. A thick plank.
I looked at it, considering my options if the wolfs decided I was too feline for them.
I picked it up cautiously, and placed it next to me, just in case.
Walk without rhythm
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:24 PM | Message # 108 |
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| Umbra
I looked at her. "Come now, be thankful they let you--SHH!" I hissed, jumping to Moon's lap and crouching, hackles raised. The wolves growled and surround the pups protectively, glaring at the ceiling. Moon covered her ears, whispering to me quietly. I watched her sadly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:26 PM | Message # 109 |
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| Dagan:
I sighed and kept sleeping quietly.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:26 PM | Message # 110 |
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| Liz
I closed my eyes, making out stars on the map of foot soldiers. They were near...too close. Right on top of us...around us...
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:28 PM | Message # 111 |
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| I gripped the plank of wood, and looked up. Naru hid behind me.
Walk without rhythm
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:34 PM | Message # 112 |
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| Dagan:
I sighed, and pet one of the wolves by me.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:45 PM | Message # 113 |
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| Soldier
"All clear. None of them are around." I yelled. "Damn it. Where are they?" A low voice cursed. "They aren't up in the trees or anything but..." Another said. "but what?" The same voice rumbled. "is it possible for them to be underground?" There was silence as a man's boots crunched up leaves. "no. They must have continued running."
Liz
I literally stopped breathing as I waited for them to move.
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 6:50 PM | Message # 114 |
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| I wanted to check, but i might give us all away if i came back up.
Walk without rhythm
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 7:06 PM | Message # 115 |
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| (Um, Dillon, these aren't nice wolves, they will rip your hand off if you touch them)
Moon
I hugged Umbra tightly, shaking my head. Go away, Go away, no more pain, no more pain...
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 7:14 PM | Message # 116 |
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| Soldier
"everyone else spread out. If we can't find them in an hour or two, I'll get the Spec Team in. We got a new member yesterday, it shouldn't be hard to find the group if he's the leader." The voice mused as the sounds of leaves crunching were heard on all sides.
Liz
"we need to get outta here." i mouthed.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 7:18 PM | Message # 117 |
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| Umbra
I nudged moon. "we need to know another way out of here," I whispered to her, licking the salty water off of her cheeks. She sniffled and looked at the leader, barking a few times. He barked back and she looked at me, mewling quietly. I nodded and stood in front of Liz. "Follow Moon," I said as I climbed back to Moon's shoulder.
Moon
I laid my hand on *Bone Cruncher, letting him lead the way.
(Wolf leader*)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 7:23 PM | Message # 118 |
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| Liz
I nodded as I got up, my body protesting. I grind my teeth. Gotta walk.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 7:42 PM | Message # 119 |
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| Umbra
I glanced back at the others. "Come now Moon, the others don't have animals protecting them," I said to her and her step slowed slightly. "They're mutants aren't they? We are all mutants," She said quietly, barely discernible.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:08 PM | Message # 120 |
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| Naru rode proudly on my head as i followed moon down the corridors. She seemed to hold up well to the angry wolfs and other cats.
Walk without rhythm
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:18 PM | Message # 121 |
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| Liz
I just walked, adjusting my breaths as I stuck my hands in my pockets. I didn't even know there was a underground system.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:22 PM | Message # 122 |
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| Moon
Bone Cruncher paused at an opening and I stopped momentarily to look back at the others before beginning my climb upwards.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:24 PM | Message # 123 |
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| Liz
Upwards? I bit my lip, trying to figure out where we were going. doesn't upwards leads to the ground level? I followed nonetheless.
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:26 PM | Message # 124 |
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| Umbra
"Be ready to run when we break surface...we're a mile ahead but nowhere near safe yet. There is a town about three miles from here. This is our destination."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Mo, 08.October.12, 9:26 PM | Message # 125 |
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| I leap on and drag myself up, still not making noise.
You may think stealth is all about being invisible. But being invisible is no use when everyone hears your feet.
If you make no noise, it is almost as good as invisibility. No-one can hear you until it's too late.
Walk without rhythm
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