Where Exactly Am I? Lost-based RP Closed

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Accepted, and thanks for making an adult. I'm hoping one of the next few people that join will be willing to make an effort to create a doctor and do a little background research so their posts are accurate.

[Wolfin]

[ full name ]
James Henry Fletcher
[ age ]
twenty-three
[ hometown ]
glasgow, scotland
[ occupation ]
"gap-year"
[ personality ]
James is lazy beyond belief. He can barely be bothered with even the slightest of things - such as walking two feet to find the tv remote - and so nothing too amazing is expected of him. Also, this ties in with his constant procrastination. He can put off doing reports for ages and usually does anything given to him the night before it's due in. Although this means he passes by the skin of his teeth - or fails - it doesn't really matter to him. He went to college for girls, the work is just a set back for him.
James sees himself as a ladies man, whether or not this is true he doesn't care. He is very open if he likes someone and will tell them in his harsh 'Weegie'* accent. It takes a woman with as big an ego as his to put him in his place, like his mother did.
[ history ]
James had the classic N.E.D** upbringing; as soon as he could walk he was on his own. He was more or less brought up by the older kids on his street who taught him how to fight and how to steal, which he was he seemed to be good at. Even with his dominating his life he still managed to pass his exams, barely but still passed. Because of this he got called a nerd and had to fail some to earn back his "street cred".
After managing to pass his exams and could go to college he decided to take a gap-year and move to New Zeland for a while. It was on that flight to NZ that the plane crashed and that's how he ended up with all of these strangers.
[ other ]
is wearing this although it's torn because of the crash



*Weegie: someone from Glasgow (Glasweegian. Weegie.)
**NED: Non-Educated-Delinquent. Like someone who says 'Yellae' instead of 'Yellow'.

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[size=85][color=#4080FF][b]James Henry Fletcher[/b]
[ twenty-three ] [ single] [ scottish ][/color]

[color=#808080]lolwut[/color][/size]

[Lunaestrella]

((Yay! More people!XD
Edit: I just had an idea: Could there be any famous people on the plane? That would be fun ))

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

[ full name ]
James Henry Fletcher
[ age ]
twenty-three
[ hometown ]
glasgow, scotland
[ occupation ]
"gap-year"
[ personality ]
James is lazy beyond belief. He can barely be bothered with even the slightest of things - such as walking two feet to find the tv remote - and so nothing too amazing is expected of him. Also, this ties in with his constant procrastination. He can put off doing reports for ages and usually does anything given to him the night before it's due in. Although this means he passes by the skin of his teeth - or fails - it doesn't really matter to him. He went to college for girls, the work is just a set back for him.
James sees himself as a ladies man, whether or not this is true he doesn't care. He is very open if he likes someone and will tell them in his harsh 'Weegie'* accent. It takes a woman with as big an ego as his to put him in his place, like his mother did.
[ history ]
James had the classic N.E.D** upbringing; as soon as he could walk he was on his own. He was more or less brought up by the older kids on his street who taught him how to fight and how to steal, which he was he seemed to be good at. Even with his dominating his life he still managed to pass his exams, barely but still passed. Because of this he got called a nerd and had to fail some to earn back his "street cred".
After managing to pass his exams and could go to college he decided to take a gap-year and move to New Zeland for a while. It was on that flight to NZ that the plane crashed and that's how he ended up with all of these strangers.
[ other ]
is wearing this although it's torn because of the crash



*Weegie: someone from Glasgow (Glasweegian. Weegie.)
**NED: Non-Educated-Delinquent. Like someone who says 'Yellae' instead of 'Yellow'.

Accepted, and I like this character a lot. He is well developed and will be interesting to interact with.

[Wolfin]

((Thanks, I'm Scottish so I know a lot of people like him. But there will be a lot of Scots' slang which can get quite confusing lol))

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(that's ok. My friend is from Scotland so I might understand more than you think.)

We'll start RPing as soon as Luna gets back on. She said she'd be back pretty quickly. All characters will begin from the terminal, waiting to board.

[Mustache.]

I will make a famous person..

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

(that would be fun, but only if you can manage all three characters.)

[Wolfin]

James Henry Fletcher
[ twenty-three ] [ single] [ scottish ]

James was waiting in the line to board the plane. He was very agitated and twitchy, shifting from one foot to the other. He had been waiting for about five minutes but, to him, it felt like an hour. The young man lifted his wrist so that he could see his watch. He tutted and rolled his eyes.
"Aw, c'mon man," he groaned, kneading the ground with his toes. James sighed and rolled his eyes once more as he looked around for something to do. He had his phone in his pocket but his games were all sh*t and he didn't feel like starting a conversation with someone just before going on a plane, since he'd have to turn it off. James' heart lifted as he saw the line move forward, only slightly but at least it was forward. "Finally," he muttered and shuffled along with everyone else.

[Meriadoc Brandybuck]

Kaytanah Dowling

Kaytanah sat silently on the black leather seat on the end of a row of others exactly like it. The rows of seats for waiting passengers were mostly empty, except for a few lone patrons. Everyone else was in line. Her parents hadn't paid for first class seats, so she wouldn't be able to board for a while. All the first class people were in an express line, waiting for the lady at the counter to scan their tickets. Sighing, she pulled off her light blue headphones and stuffed them into her canvas backpack as the first call for seats in rows 1-20 went out over the intercom. She joined the very long line at the back, dragging her small striped carry-on bag behind her.