ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ - o/a

[borahae.]

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You are among the elite, or what the nation calls the 'golden circle': you were born into wealth, power, and were given everything you had as soon as you took your first breath. With as much as a lift of your pinky finger, you were handed every wish and command on a silver platter, and never had to worry over anything like the rest of the population did. And now everything is about to change.
Your parents/guardians have decided to cut you off from your elite connections, and after years of your rebellious behavior have decided to send you to the new-type boarding school called Camp Anonymous, a camp where you will be little more than your name and where you will be taught lessons of hard work and community service in order to make you understand the importance of humanity and humility.

[borahae.]

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I: follow all of the general cs rules • II: write a minimum of 4-5 sentences • III: everyone is between the ages of 22-27 • IV: pm for reservations! they last 36 hours, but can be extended if need be • V: myself and all the other roleplayers understand that you may be busy and unable to respond- and thats fine! just try to stay as active as you can • VI: very accepting of lgbtq+ characters! • VII: drama and romance are strongly encouraged • VIII: signatures must be off on your posts- please and thank you • IX: post all forms and ooc on the discussion thread • X: have fun!

[borahae.]

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▬▬▬▬▬C H A R A C T E R S▬▬▬▬▬---------▬▬▬▬▬C H A R A C T E R--R E L A T I O N S▬▬▬▬▬

1. Langsley Baines | Cismale | 26 | Bisexual (male pref.)
2. Diana "Didi" Wells | Cisfemale | 24 | Bisexual
3. Nikolai "Nik" Minsky | Cismale | 23 | Homosexual
4. Lovise Ingrid | Cisfemale | 25 | Bisexual
5. Elliot "Ell" Turner | Cismale | 24 | Bisexual
6. Leo Knight | Cismale | 24 | Homosexual (closeted)
7. Arthur "Artie/AJ" Jones | Cismale | 25 | Pansexual
8. Leya "L" Torres | Cisfemale | 22 | Pansexual
9. Winter Chennith | Cismale | 24 | Demisexual
10. Daiyu "Jackie" Li | Cisfemale | 22 | Pansexual
11. res. for ghastly. | Gender | Age | Sexuality

Langsley likes Winter
_____ likes _____
_____ likes _____
_____ likes _____
_____ likes _____
_____ likes _____
Langsley and Diana are Good Friends
Winter and Jackie are Good Friends
____ and ____ are ___
____ and ____ are ___
____ and ____ are ___

[borahae.]

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This roleplay is
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Day: July 10 | Location: Sedona, Arizona | Weather: ☼
This roleplay starts with everyone arriving at the camp, and being put into their assigned tents.
The camp is located in Sedona, Arizona, a largely dry and hot desert area. Each camp resident will be taught to fend for
themselves as well as help out the others when it comes to cooking, cleaning, and collecting materials each day.
I. The campsite, which is located in a particularly dry and sandy part of the nearby Sonoran desert. Each tent houses two people, with the exception of one housing three, and has very little furniture. There is no flooring to the tent and no rugs, meaning that everything is surrounded by sand. In the smoothed down circle of sand at the center of camp stands a table and the perfect number of chairs, which is where the residents will eat their meals each day. While there is someone who delivers their food, the residents must still cook and prepare the materials.
II. The stream, about two miles out, which is where residents will clean their clothes, dishes, and themselves.
III. A basic example of the campfire and tools provided for the residents to use to cook their food

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
xxxxcismale • twenty-six • bisexual • location: arriving • tags: n/a • mentions: n/a

Sitting rather sloppily in the back seat of his father's black Mercedes GLE 350, one of his Jeremy Scott white-winged adidas clad feet thrown up on the seat while the other one lay as it should on the floor, Langsley adjusted the orangish pair of sunglasses on his nose and let out quite the dramatic sigh as he found himself scrolling through his phone one last time before it would be taken away; after all, it was pitiful, all his parents attempts at straightening him out. Pitiful, and absolutely amusing for the childish welsh male, who knew full well that throwing him in the desert with little connection the outside world wouldn't change the fact that he's a spoiled prick.
Still retaining his signature confident and cheeky grin despite the looks of warning shot from his parent's private driver, basking in the disapproval and only making his level of disrespect for the expensive vehicle better known as he rolled the window up and down in a repetitive pattern like a two year old, Langsley settled on keeping it wide open after many minutes of debate and leaned his elbow half out as he rested his chin on his palm and decided to meddle around a bit more on his phone before settling into hell.

Admittedly relieved when he felt the car come to a halt, never good with sitting still for so long, Langsley gladly waited until his driver held open his door for him before adjusting his position and climbing out of the vehicle. Alarmed by the brightness of the sun but otherwise unsurprised by the barren scenery, Langsley found himself glad that he had an affliction with sunglasses and turned to his right where the paid gentleman was holding his suitcase out for him, taking it and handing over his phone with that same grin on his face and a teasing wink "Thanks, sweetheart. Try not to miss me too much." Suspecting the driver would later go out to drink and celebrate the loss of Langsley in the household, knowing the male would have half as much work not having to drive him around all the time, the welsh male laughed as the guy rolled his eyes before hopping back in the car and driving off, leaving Langsley by himself in the hot sand and sun of Arizona.

Never one to hesitate, Langsley strutted confidently forward in his skinny jeans and went to his assigned tent, which was boldly labeled with the number 5 for his convenience; I mean, honestly, was it necessary to treat them like children? Given, Langsley really was like a 5 year old, but it was a bit unfair to slum in the rest of them with the welsh male's lack of maturity. Unfair, but extremely comical.
Walking through the already open flaps, unimpressed by the lack of furniture and glamour in the tent but also a bit excited at the idea, Langsley spotted the two beds at the opposite ends of the tent as well as the two little bedside dressers and quickly claimed the left side, coming to the conclusion that the left was always better because of his left-handedness. Throwing his wheeled luggage loosely in the sand beside the bed, holding a hand on his hip and looking at his surroundings with general amusement, Langsley nodded in contentment and didn't even bother putting anything away; after all, there were better things to do right now. And he was never one to be neat, anyways.

[Euthymios]

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𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙷
male | demi-romantic | twenty-four
Chinese | crush / lover: | location: home arriving
mentions : his father and siblings | tags: langsley |
word count: 744 |
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he quiet ride in his mother's sleek white Lexus was reasonably uneventful, as neither Winter or his driver wanted to make any conversation. He didn't bother to bring his phone; it would be taken away from him anyway. Instead, the Chinese male had surreptitiously snuck in his violin case, and a large pile of sheet music, basic entertainment for the Chinese male. Winter's gaze was unnaturally calm as he kept his gaze forward. He could still feel the brand of his parents' gazes on his back as the car rolled away from the parking lot. The blinding skyscrapers smoothly transitioning into virescence as they moved deeper into the countryside.

If you asked the Chinese male to recount the number of events that led up to him being banished, literally, from his home, it would be impossible. Emotional and physical scars ran deep in his mind, but it was easy for him to summarize anyway. What Winter had to account for was 'being lazy and irresponsibly snapping back to his parents' after being betrothed to Jasmine Qiufeng. He neither knew the other female well nor harbored any romantic feelings toward her. At first, this was not something for Winter to throw a big hissy fit over. Still, as his parents become more and more overbearing toward them, Winter gradually withdrew into his shell, his pride leading into a series of harsh arguments with his parents. Especially his father, who was the same man who enlisted his son to this camp.

Touché.

Grace and Pearl would be back home from violin lessons by now — or cello lessons in Pearl's case. He had told them a week in advance before his departure; Winter knew that he would be leaving as he'd heard it from his parent's late-night discussions. The Asian-American male was a skillful eavesdropper at times, and they wondered why he'd looked so gloomy the next few days. Would they find the house too quiet, now that they no longer hear the sound of their eldest brother's perfectly tuned violin? Winter would be lying if the thought of his sisters' wellbeing was not a concern to him. After all, they were the only family members to have actually been close to him. Perhaps one of the nursemaids would play for them.

The car's tires crunched over the gravel, and the stark change in scenery alerted Winter to their new destination. Since he hadn't brought sunglasses with him, Winter was forced to squint as the scalding sunlight all but blinded him. Even if he was somewhat of an avid traveller, he'd never quite been in a desert biome before. The chauffeur assisted his passenger in carrying his luggage, with Winter insisting on carrying the too-precious violin case. Despite the tightness in his chest, Winter waved with his free left hand. "Have a good day. Thank you for driving me here." The words came out half-heartedly. Even if the well-off man was known for his seraphic and kind nature, he couldn't be expected to be 'Mr. Nice' to everybody. At least he was not sarcastic.

As the white car drove away, Winter sighed, turned on his heel and headed for the camp that was supposed to whip him into shape. And then what? Would he go back to being cramped and forced to conform? There was one obvious sign that Winter was born under the Libra star, and that was that he did not appreciate being crammed into a mold. Even if he was a more quiet version, Winter enjoyed having some free will over his own being. Those who played the pieces he painstakingly carved out in the dead of night would realize that almost immediately.

Winter's walk was not arrogant, but it was firm enough to let anyone know that he did indeed have power and influence that he could wield. Pride ran through every corner of his veins. He quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed at the painfully simple style that seemed to be 'all the rage' in this corner of the universe. His assigned tent — #5 — was not much of an improvement, but Winter's ire was chastened when he realized that there was at least, a bed. He set his baggage down, and when he looked up he saw that he was not alone. There was another male on the other side; tents were assigned by gender? Hesitating to introduce himself to his tent-mate, Winter simply sat down and cast his gaze outside.

[Consulting_Angel]

Leo Knight
24|Cismale|Homosexual
Location: Tent 1
Tagged: Open

Leo scowled a little as he sat in the backseat of the 2019 Chrysler 300 that his parents owned - a personal driver for the family up front in the driver's seat. He did not want to be here. It wasn't fair, in his opinion. All he did was go off to Greece without so much more than a note to say where he'd be... oh. Add that to all his other travels and trips and... well, it definitely added up.
He rubbed his forehead. "Are you sure you can't just drop me off at an airport so I can travel for a few weeks instead?" Leo asked. He had so many other places he wanted to go - and that were perfect cities for parkour.
The driver scoffed. "Nice try, Leo. You know, this'll be good for you..."
Leo tuned out the driver's words as he continued on with the lecture, and looked outside. They were almost there, and Leo's heart sank as he saw how... flat everything was. There was no way he'd be able to come up with a parkour route. Not to mention, the sand was definitely a terrible surface for parkour.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the car was parked up. Leo got out of the car - he didn't need someone to open it for him. Then, he took his suitcase out of the car as well. "See you in a few weeks, then." he waved at the driver, and waited until the car had pulled off and a fair distance away before he walked towards the tents.

Leo frowned a little, noting how boldly the tents were numbered. He groaned inwardly. This was going to be awful. He walked slowly towards Tent 1 - where he'd been assigned - and stepped inside. Leo glanced around it, then picked out one of the beds, setting his luggage down, and then sat on the edge of the bed. Now what was he meant to do?

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
xxxxcismale • twenty-six • bisexual • location: tent 5 • tags: winter • mentions: n/a

Ready to go out and explore the place of imprisonment he'd be confined to for the next few weeks, not one to stay still for a long period of time, Langsley adjusted the winged pair of adidas sneakers on his feet so that his socks were no longer slipping and looked up just in time to spot the sturdy yet timid entrance of another male into his tent space. Unabashedly impressed at the other's appearance, his sparkling white ensemble quite striking but also comically unfortunate given the setting of the camp, the welsh male didn't seem to notice the other male's hesitancy or lack of comfort and was instead glad to fill the silence with the commentary and laughter of his own "Impressed, huh? Me too. The sand and sun are really quite charming."

Though usually bad at reading other's emotions, even Langsley could spot the male's general dislike for the camp already, something he could mostly agree with, even if he was actually quite excited to be in such a different environment. That same cheeky look on his face, something people would notice was more common than not, Langsley leaned up against the most outward post of his bed and crossed his arms with a very open glance-over of the stranger opposite him "Glad I wasn't the only one who didn't get the desert memo...I mean, I wouldn't have worn my trainers if I knew I would be kicking around in the sand all day." Kicking a foot upward, proudly showing off his favorite pair of sneakers (which were quite absurd to just about anyone but him), Langsley chuckled and lifted up a hand to loosely point out the other's appearance "Hopefully nothing happens to that...your outfit, I mean. It's lovely and all, but not necessarily the best for desert exploration; Would be quite tragic to see it soiled by the grime of Arizona."

Certain words sparking more of his welsh twang, his level of excitement and relaxation dictating the emphasis of his accent, Langsley readjusted the sunglasses on his nose and with a charming look on his face made his way over to the other, holding out his hand as he got in close proximity and introduced himself "I'm Langsley, by the way. Don't get called much else, besides the occasional 'scoundrel' or 'prat', but I'm all for creativity"

[Coyffee]

Nikolai Minsky
male|| gay || twenty-three || crush/lover: || location: arriving || tags: open
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How did this happen again? Oh right, he went through a teenage angst faze that he has yet to get out of. The russian male clicked his tongue as he ran his hand through his dog's soft long fur. Oh how he was sad to leave his baby girl behind, but she wouldn't be able to handle the heat, then again he himself wouldn't be able to handle the heat after living in Russia all his life.

"Master Minsky, we have arrived sir" The chauffeur said as he glanced in the rear view mirror to look at Nikolai. Nikolai sighed before looking at his dads with an annoyed expression. "Milyi, you know we are doing this for your own good. When this is over you'll be able to come back to Russia and skate again" Nikolai's papa said as he patted the young boy's knee in reassurance. Nikolai rolled his eyes and unbuckled his seatbelt when the car stopped. He rubbed his dog's fur one last time before kissing her forehead and opened the door. "Paka, I'll see if i can write you letters" Nikolai said as he unhappily kissed both of his dads cheeks before getting out. He shut the door and grabbed his luggages from the trunk and placed them down. He shut the trunk and picked up his two luggage bags and started to walked towards the tents, looking for the one he would be staying in.

[ordinary people]

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫
cismale • bisexual • twenty-four • location; outside the camp • tags;
______________ ♛ ______________
Running the nail of his thumb and forefinger across the freshly made crease, the piece of paper regarding all the details of his stay, had now been folded countless of times but as his mind was occupied with the thoughts of his future residency at this 'Camp Anonymous', it was done carelessly and without precious; all the corners unaligned. Restlessly stretching his jean covered legs, the young adult had been imprisoned inside one of his family's sleek black convertibles for just under a painstaking hour. Such a waste of time. Additionally, he was also being accompanied by his least favourite driving, known to him as Miserable Melissa. Preferring Christian hymns to music, their drives together were mostly in silent and as she was one of his parent's longest serving employees, she cared not for Elliot's empty threats, thus making the commute seem to take even longer.

Steadying himself, the sudden jolt of the vehicle as it adjusted to the foreign sandy terrain startled the male. Sending a childish glare towards the driver's direction as if it was her fault, he turned his gaze outside the tinted window. Sand. Orange sand plagued the Arizona land for miles on end, there seemed to be no plausible escape. Eventually, the car began to approach the almost unrecognisable outline of pitched tents, until it packed direction apposed them. As much as Elliot would've loved to remain inside the backseats, he understood there was nothing he could do to prevent the very future, so Ell pocketed the paper and reluctantly climbed out, dragging his case with him. Rolling his eyes, he unusually failed to thank the driver, perhaps because of a mixture of a foul mood and Melissa's company. white trainers sank under his weight as he headed towards the tents and his case haphazardly getting rolled behind him, leaving parallel lines engraved in the sand.