Trapped (Horror/Adventure/Romance|Semi-lit|Closed)

[Rainy Days]

((Oh yeah.... X3 I forgot the personality.))

[-Starchild.Keith-]

Alright, everyone. Please check the front to make sure that your character is listed properly. If so, that's that. If NOT, post here and tell me what is wrong.
The only form that is unfinished is that of Alice Everdeen. I gave her a heads-up PM, but she still hasn't finished.
My life is rather busy for the net 2 days, but I will post when I can. The LATEST that this RP will be started will be on Sunday. I will do the starting post. We shall start when everyone is just hanging around the park near the edge of town. Once they decide to go to the mines, I will post something that will have them falling in. Once inside, it's all fair game. The caverns*, the creatures**, etc. Just remember- *Not every cavern can have something to help them sustain life. A few can. Some can have gems and such. There are also mining carts and old equipment, such as 'miner stations,' that's there. **The creatures can be anything, from bugs to gargoyles to pigs with four heads. As long as they are under 6 feet and not impossible to beat, have at it. Pictures or descriptions, however, when we encounter them. Just like, 'It's a pig with four heads and a spiky tail. 3 feet tall.' or something so everyone understands.

Sorry about rambling. Thanks for reading and I can't wait to start!

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Sorry for not finishing, there was a storm, and my router was burned, so I had no internet for 2 days, and I WILL finish it within 2 days. Sorry )))

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(It's alright, if I sounded upset about that it was because I typed it at 3 in the morning. When you're done we'll start.)

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finished)))

[-Starchild.Keith-]

(I will go ahead and add you to the front, but please add weaknesses. )

I will be on sometime later today to get up the starting post. Sorry for having you wait so long, but my life is hectic. Later I will have time to get a post up, so thank yout all for your patience!

[-Starchild.Keith-]

After waking up at 9 from a text, I decided to head down to the park. My aunt was angry that I wasn't up earlier, but she was still tired from the night before. Her and her beau, Harold Jackson, had gone to the one bar in town and gotten drunk. Luckily they had walked there. It wasn't that far, but if they had driven, someone would have probably died. Knowing my luck, it wouldn't have been one of them.

Once I was in the park, I gazed around. It was partially overcast, but very warm. The park itself was pretty busy since it was a Saturday. On the playground part, there were children and their parents, playing on the swings and teeter-totters. In the fielded area, families were playing frisbee with their pets and each other. I chose to head over to the wooded area, which was just a sparse area of the forest around the town. The mountains rose up behind the trees, soaring into the sky.

I found a secluded area and climbed up into a large oak tree, leaning back against the trunk as I perched on a large branch. My eyes roamed the park, watching the rest of the town enjoy their lives.

As the sun climbed higher into the sky, I sighed. It was peaceful in this little town and I absolutely loved it. Luckily, few people here had heard of me since I was from Japan, so I was living a normal life. I kicked a stone and sighed, reaching up to my neck. I pulled the tie I was wearing looser and unbuttoned the top button on my shirt. It was wonderully warm here as well.

As I passed by the park, I decided to see what was happening. Even though I had lived in this town for over a year, I didn't have any good friends. The one person that I had ever truly been friends with was still in Japan, probably still a top artist. Rin Muritaka. I sent her a letter recently, but she had moved since I came here so she didn't get it. If I sent fan mail she might never get it.

I walked over to the picnic area and found an empty bench. With a sigh, I sat down and leaned on my fist, watching a teenage boy play fetch with his dog. Or at least try to. I grinned slightly.

(Yes, I changed Rin's last name. They aren't siblings in this, just co-singers. And your posts don't have to be this long, I just had muse.)

[Paper-Hearts<3]

Acacia Evalinn

Acacia wandered down the sidewalk, hands behind her back as she watched people pass by. Most of whom she knew, with Iron Pass being as small a town as it was. Occasionally she'd give a wave or a smile to those who bothered to acknowledge her. Shouting and children giggling informed her that she was near the park. The lush green grass soon came to view and the trees spread out, their leaves fanning the people who lay under them. She continued walking, unsuccessfully trying to avoid the people who ran past. A rush of wind made her hair swoop up and fall over her shoulder as a frisbee soared past her ear. She flinched out of the way with a small noise of surprise, despite the flying disk having already gone away, shortly followed by a dog. The person who threw it shouted 'Heads up!' behind her and she rolled her eyes. Too late for that.
Hurriedly, she walked to the edge of the park and found a comfortable spot in the shade. She'd been planning to observe people for her theatre class, see how they walk and act and try to figure out how they were feeling or determine something about them that wasn't obvious to discover upon just glancing at them. She let out a breath as she settled herself, tearing at the grass half-mindedly and choosing her first target.


(Edited mine a little. Felt left out. XD )

[Gene]

Marcus Flynn, who absolutely insisted on being called simply 'Mark', was at the park. He'd gone there within the first hour he'd been awake, which was, like usual, very early - early enough that here was still a layer of fog everywhere and there was no one there. He was sitting at a picnic table, mostly just taking up space because no one seemed to want to approach him. He didn't blame them, of course. He didn't really send off a 'hello! come talk to me!' message with his shoulders hunched over his project and his head bowed down. The probject that he seemed to be guarding very carefully was a book. Or, rather, it was a roughdraft of the prologue of a book that he would never get published. He was writing it in a simple composition notebook, the kind that students often used. His stories would oftentimes take up several of them and, once they were completed to his liking, he would burn them. He'd become aware not long ago how much of himself he poured into them and now, every time one was finished, he'd toss them to the flames so that no one would ever find them and read him, so that they'd never know him or get a chance to hurt him.

Mark was tired of hurting. He was tired of the pain. He stopped moving the ballpoint pen across the paper, glancing down at his left wrist where he'd written 'Move on.' He looked at it every day and he tried to obey the words he'd printed on the inside of his own wrist, but it was too hard. His parents had told him to see a shrink, but he knew that doing so would be admitting failure in their eyes. Getting help would make him weak and would make him unfit to be their son. He would not do that, wouldn't dishonor and ashame them. So he struggled along day by day, usually going to the park because looking at all the different people gave him inspiration for characters. Devoting his mind to his books distracted him.

Sighing, Mark reached into his pocket for his iPod. Sure, he liked getting muse from his surroundings, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed listening to little kids running around shrieking. It wouldn't have been that annoying for him that day had it not been for the sleepless night he'd experienced. Some days he wouldn't sleep and other days he would. The pattern was completely random and totally annoying - it made his night shift at the local gas station hell when all he wanted to do was sleep and either catch up on a few hours or set his internal clock back to normal.

[Rainy Days]

Nika cracked open an eye and sighed. She had been up late last night, staying up till two in the morning reading Treasure Island. She was halfway done with it, and wanted to finish the rest today. She rolled over, and yelped as she fell off her bed and onto the hardwood floor, smacking her head on her nightstand.
"Nika, you alright?" Her father called from down the stairs.
Clutching the back of her head, Nika clambered to her feet. "Yeah, I'm fine!" She called back. "Just knocked over my textbook." She knew her dad wouldn't believe her, but it was the thought that counted.
Sure enough, she heard a chuckle. "Mhmm. Should I get the icepack?"
Nike sighed. "Yes, please." She stretched out and began changing into her clothes.

She jogged down the sidewalk, barely sweating after the long run. She did this everyday, ever sense she was a kid. The park was very far away from her home, and the only car their family owned was broken down sense she was seven. She was used to running all the way to the park, or school. Some people still stare at her, but who wouldn't? She was wearing a thick, dark blue dress and lace up boots, something people normally don't run in. But whatever, it was her thing.
She slowed to a stop once she reached the park, and took in her surroundings. Someone was almost hit in the head with a Frisbee, the thrower calling out "Heads up" a bit to late. A bunch of little kids were running about, screaming and running and doing what she used to do when she was younger. Two people, both males from what she could tell, were secluded, one hunched over a notebook and another watching everyone else.

((X3 Sorry its so long. And if I totally messed up what people are doing, sorry. I kinda fail this morning. I was kinda up till two last night... reading Treasure Island. Yesh, I made Nika do what I did, but thats because I was out of ideas. X3))