Trapped in Time-Accepting!

[PetCrazy]

Cocheta watched these goings on confused, why did she understand everything that was said? She saw the strangely dressed white man point a gun at a 'Indian' as they were called by his people. She drew her knife, and wondered what to do with it, before she made up her mind, the strange 'Indian' ran away. She lowered the knife and said "White, is this your doing?"

(Now would be a good time for the police to show up, just imagine that.)

[Queen of Chaos]

Alec finally finished chewing the plant. He guessed that he was suppose to spit it out now so she spitted it into his hand. He didn't dare wipe it off yet, just incase he still had to do something. He stood up fast enough to see a man bolt of with a young girl and what it looks like another girl. His head didn't throb much anymore, but he did have a headache.

[Whitie]

Blinking a few times, Wolfgang stood there before shaking his head and affixed his attention upon the buckskin wearing girl. He was lost for words at what as going, before shifting his attention off in the direction the crazy man ran off with the girl. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Shaking his head once more, he turned his eyes upon the buckskin wearing girl. He didn't care what she called him, as long as something was going to get him answers.

"I-I don't even know. Something about the sun stopping and then some other nonsense," Wolfgang replied, before lowering his gun. "We should probably stop him before he does something with that poor lass," he groaned, before running after the mad man. He was quick on his feet as his shoes clapped upon the ground and his trench coat flowed after him like a flag. His breaths were huffed and his mind was flicking with thought after thought. He felt like he was going mad, terribly mad. Shaking his head in a quick manner he clamored up the stairs.

Wolfgang stumbled through the door onto the rooftop, fighting to catch his footing, his revolver still in his hand. His breaths were rasps as his heart beat heavily; he could hear it beating in his ears. "Listen, er, my good lad. Just stop what your doing and heed my words," he spoke up, as he got himself under control the best he could.

[Crabbiey]

(Anyone want to play the police?)

Hun Miquiztli had already tied Cleo up and thrown her to the floor. Right near the edge of the roof. He then tied up a struggling and screaming Lahca Ocelot who looked petrified. He turned and glared at the pale man "I will not stop, you are really starting to annoy me greatly. You think you can tell me, Hun Miquiztli, what to do. You are weak, you are not an Aztec. You will fail." He turned back to Lahca Ocelot "Oh shut up." He growled, hitting her. Then he put his knee on her stomach and glanced at the Sun. Then he looked back down at her "This is a great honour, you are being sacrificed the nicest way." He pulled a stone knife from his belt. It wasn't decorated, but it'd have to do. He growled as she shook her head, struggling, eyes wide with fear.

[PetCrazy]

(I will!)

Cocheta watched the white run away, and she followed Lass, what does that mean? was foremost in her mind, but also was the thought he honestly doesn't know what is going on.
She followed him up the stairs, and stood back What's a lad? Flashed through her mind, and then the 'Aztec' as he called himself pulled out his knife. And then, a large bird, a strange one, (helicopter) came up, blue and red lights flashing. "Sir, let the girls go, we don't want to have to shoot." Cocheta saw whites, in the bird's wide open belly! A firestick was in front of them, but she'd never seen ones like that before.

[Whitie]

Ooc: I have too much time on my hands and made this banner. I hope you like it. c:

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Bic: Frantic, Wolfgang had to focus and not let his fear get to him. He had to get himself under control, but he wasn't too keen on this situation, especially when a beastly looking mechanism was hovering there that spoke. Blinking once and then twice with narrowed eyes, he saw people within the mechanical beast. His heart skipped a beat as he started to feel faint from the overwhelming situation at hand. There was a monster, a mad man, who called himself Hun, and some crazed sacrifice to the sun going on? This perplexed Wolfgang greatly.

"Nhh...," Wolfgang groaned flicking his eyes from everyone, before focusing upon the mad man and the lasses. He had to deal with them first, and then he could take care of the hovering beast. In a quick motion, he charged at the mad Hun, ignoring what the hovering beast had to say. Was the beast a dragon? This logic was questionable, but he pushed to to the back of his mind as he tackled the mad Hun to the ground with the barrel of his gun pointed at his neck.

"The bloody sun is not going to stop, you bloody mad man!" Wolfgang snapped, flaring his teeth after every word he spat out.

[Alielimo]

Cleo squealed. She manadged to touch her phone with her hand. Her phone was in her back pocket. She speed-dialed her best friend Jackson. "Hello?" he said as he awnsered. Cleo shrieked again not trying to talk as it would give her away. She let out a scream.

Name: Jackson Meki Johnson
Name Meaning: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Time period/Year they’re from:Modern
What are they?:Just a Modern Teenaged Boy
Rank/Job: Game Tester
Appearance:he is 5ft 6, weighs 10st 1lbs. Usually wears a navy baseball cap and allways has his MP3 player and Phone with him.
Personality: He is a sweet, kind & smart boy, but if a friend is in trouble, WATCH OUT!, he can get mean and nast very easily!
History: He was abandoned by his parents when he was 1 week old. He was left with a pendant saying 'we will allways love you'
His parents were actaully... TUDORS! But he had been let in the modern day when his parents found themselves in a time warp. They left him there to be raised without them. He grew up on a farm and then moved to the city.
Crush: Open
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open
Married?: Open
Other: Who are these new people?

[Lykie]

Name: Alyn Weylyn
Name Meaning: "light of the sun" "child of the wolf"
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Time period/Year they’re from: Salem Witch Trials of 1692
What are they?: Scottish Immigrant
Rank/Job: Former store clerk
Appearance: Alyn is tall and slender, but has an athletic build. Her dark brown hair falls down past her shoulders. Her usual outfit usually consists of a white blouse underneath a brown, sleeveless vest and a plaid skirt that is emerald green.
Personality: Alyn is fierce, stubborn, and blunt, to put it shortly. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, and will stand up for what she believes in. However, she can be friendly and calm when need be.
History: Both of Alyn's parents died in Scotland of a mysterious illness. Only four at the time, Alyn was sent to the New World to live with her aunt. Her aunt had no children, and was very strict. However, Alyn grew up as a rebellious child. She never obeyed her aunt, and snuck out much too often. Her aunt once even said the only reason she kept Alyn was because the townspeople had taken a liking to her. But Alyn had many enemies. One of them became so angry at her that she pretended to be cursed, and blamed it on Alyn. The people immediately put her on trial her out of fear, and claimed Alyn was a witch.
Crush: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Married?: No
Other: Who are these new people?

Name: Fakhir Kouri
Name Meaning: "Proud or excellent"
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen
Time period/Year they’re from: Ancient Arabia
What are they?: Arab
Rank/Job: Heir to the House of Kouri
Appearance: Fakhir has straight, sandy brown hair and grey eyes, along with fair skin. He is muscular and fit, and rather tall. He normally wears a white robe with a dark red trim and turban.
Personality: Fakhir is kind and caring, but he isn't afraid to defend what's his with brute strength. He's a great strategist, but ordering people around isn't really a "skill" of his.
History: Fakhir was the first born of Nabhan, the leader of the House of Kouri. Many celebrated his birth, greatful to have such a stong little heir. However, it was soon discovered his late mother was a pale-skinned foreigner. There was a rift among the Kouri, especially when Nabhan remarried and had another son, this one of pure blood. Should Fakhir, the rightful, firstborn heir become the head? Or should his younger, purebred brother? Nabhan is now dead, and the Kouri are on the brink of an all-out war.
Crush: None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: None
Married?: No
Other: Who are these new people?

[Crabbiey]

(All accepted! Love them! The banner's great by the way! Ok so should they get transported to a different time era soon?)

Hun Miquiztli growled, the strange white thing scared him. But he refused to let his fear show, when he was tackled he glanced at the magic stick thing. Growling he quickly used his knife to cut the man's hand, deep enough to make him withdraw but not cut his hand off. He was at the wrong angle to cut his hand off.

Lahca Ocelot was thrown to the floor when Hun Miquiztli was tackled to the ground. She had rrolled so that now she was dangerously close to the edge. She looked up at white flying thing, insantly she froze. It was a monster! Biting her lip she tried to shuffle away from it.

[belle.]

Name:
Charity Corbette
Name Meaning:
Hope. Christian Love.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Nineteen
Time period/Year they’re from:
Late 1800's, in France.
What are they?:
Charity was a maid/ servant foe a family in 1829. She started work for them in 1823.
Rank/Job:
Maid/ Servant.
Appearance:
Charity is a beautiful, 5"1' caucasian girl. Charity is fairly small and her skin is highly pale. The girl's eyes are a gorgeous emerald green and her hair is silvery-blonde. Charity's hair falls waiste length in loose ringlets that make her look especially pretty. She has rosey red cheeks and very pale pink lips. Her tteth are well kept and startlingly white for the time period she comes from. Charity has a small, slim build. She takes pride in how she presents herself, though she is insignificant - Merely a maiden.
Personality:
For Charity, her looks are not everything. The girl has a wonderful personality, she is very kind hearted and always willing and volunteering to help. It was always her job to cook, clean ant car for the mistress of her household and all of this experience has lead Charity to be highly obedient and also one to follow - not to lead. Charity was raised by a wonderfully generous Mother and a strict, firm yet caring Father. Charity didn't have the greatest up-bringing but has always got the best possible intention and is always focused on the best intrests of fellow people.
History:
As mentioned, Charity didnt have the greatest up-bringing. Being in the lower class in France, 1800's was not the best possible place to be - but Charity got by, head held high. Charity was born in 1910 in Normande, France, She was raised in the same town until she was of age to work. Unfortunately for Charity, Starting work at the age of 13 meant she hadn't the best childhood, but the people she was employed by were very generous and kind, at least what she experienced was kind - though her experience of generosity was very limited. For the next six years, Charity worked for the Riichardson Family as a Maid for the Lady Riichardson. Charity didn't enjoy her employement but carried it out without any complaint.
Crush:
Open
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
Open
Married?:
Not as of yet.
Other:
Charity's national language is French and she has only very limited knowledge of the English language.
Who Are these new People?