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3045-01-01 / 12:00 AM A letter arrives on the doorstep of 10 young adults ranging from ages 13-17. None expected it, and none were prepared for what this letter would lead them to. The letter read: 'Dear reader, Congratulations! You have been chosen to be one of the participants in our (International Scientists Cooperation, ISC) newest experiment, 'Race Against Time!' Please pack extra clothes, a water bottle, and any special items of your choice, and meet us at 5:00 on January 2nd, 3045. We are located at 5000 CherryBlossem Drive and will provide further information once we meet. Thank you! Signed, ISC.' Though they may have been suspicious, all of the children eventually decided to go for one reason or another. What they didn't know was exactly what they were getting themselves into. The scientists gave the children one goal once they reached the meeting place. 'Bring back the Starlit Stone and you'll get a prize. You'll know it when you see it. You have one year.' Though, truthfully, there was no stone... or anything at all. It was a social experiment. The children were all given extra food, a medical kit, a sleeping bag, and a can of bug spray then sent out into a large forest that none of them were familiar with. In this forest, they would face wild animals, poisonous fruits and plants, very cold and very hot weather, and other natural hardships along with a few extra... challenges... that the scientist set up ahead of time. Will the group work together to survive, or break up and attempt to face the challenges on their own, seeking glory and reward? Will they figure out they have been tricked and seek revenge, or will they even survive at all? Only time will tell. Edited at March 28, 2021 10:06 PM by Lost Memories
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Master List Main scientist(s) Veena Folly / 32 / Female / Bisexual / Lost Memories Children Axel Founte / 16 / Trans male (He/Him) / Asexual Panromantic / Lost Memories Gwyar Areithous Fraoch / 16 / Male / Closeted Gay / Overthink101 Yeong-Hwan Duch Nang / 17 / Trans (Female to male, He/Him) / Questioning (Bi tendencies) / geico gecko Nylo (Nye-low) Bryne / 17 / Female / Aromantic/Asexual / a s t e r o i d Isabeau Rayfe / 17 / Female / Pansexual Ace / Roisin Berry Violet Luna / 17 / Female / Closeted Pansexual / Lost Memories Ashley Diana Holmes / 17 / Female / Greyromantic / geico gecko Name/age/gender/sexuality/played by Name/age/gender/sexuality/played by Edited at March 28, 2021 10:09 PM by Lost Memories
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READ BEFORE POSTING! At the start of the RP, your character first finds the letter on their doorstep. You may describe your character's home life or why they are leaving in your first post as long as you have them reach the meeting point sometime in that first post. At the beginning of every post please put: Name / age / gender / sexuality / mentions Have fun!
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Veena Folly / Head Scientist / 32 / Female / Mentions: The children (Indirectly) Veena moved through the lad, her clipboard resting on her hip as she walked. According to her Second-In-Comand, the letters had reached their destinations at exactly 12:00 AM that morning. Exactly what she had wanted. "Ma'am, Project 2.01 is ready!" An excited young man with a bright face informed her, Veena waved him off. "Good. Make sure everything is in place for our guests. All the supplies are packed?" "Yes ma'am!" "Wonderful. I expect everything to be in top shape when Carrol checks them. Have the engineers double-checked the dome?" "Yes." Veena nodded, looking down and checking something off on her clipboard. "And the cameras are set with a full battery and clear view?" "Positive!" "They are well hidden?" She gave the man a critical look. "Yes, ma'am, they are!" There was a hint of irritation in his voice and Veena shot him a warning look. He ducked his head in quick submission. No one wanted to see Veena Folly angry. "Good, have Carrol double-check the supplies and cameras, I'll come to check the dome myself in a moment. I don't want any mistakes." She cut the boy off with a glare before he could protest. "Now get going, I have other things to do." She made a shooing motion with her free hand and the boy scurried off. Veena waited to make sure he was fully gone before turning and pressing her hand against a scanner and waiting for it to open. She walked inside the dark, metal room with her white lab coat brushing the floor and her tall army boots clanking heavily on the floor. She took in a deep breath and allowed a cold, emotionless smile to cross her face. It looked cruel, evil almost, and it kind of was. Veena placed her clipboard and pen down on the table resting against one wall and approached her masterpiece. She was an inventor. A scientist. A maniac. And this place was her home. In various cages, hanging from the ceiling were birds, loud, metallic, robot birds. When she looked up their beady red eyes followed her, waiting for their commands. In glass tanks lining the walls metal snakes, bees, wasps, and even a panther did the same. Yet, none of these creatures compared to the beast in the middle of the room. He was made of dark red metal with terrifyingly sharp spines down the ridge of his back and the two long tusks that protruded from his snout could obviously cut through bone. His eyes were bright crimson and angry and his giant hooves looked like they could knock a tree over if he kicked it. A boar, standing at four feet tall. Veena rested a hand on his metal nose. "Your time has almost come, my masterpiece. Just a little longer." The boar's gears clicked and he snorted a puff of steam from his nostrils. "Yes, this will be so much fun. But you have to wait, my friend. The time has to be right." She moved her hand to tap the boar's chest where the soft ticking of a clock could be heard. The creature's heart. "It is a race against time after all." Her smile seemed to become even colder somehow. "And what fun would anything be without a little tension rising first?" The creature snorted in seeming agreement and Veena leaned against it, running her hand up his tusk and touching the tip of her finger to the point, drawing a droplet of blood. She chuckled, watching it roll down her hand and fall to the floor. "Now we wait."
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Isabeau and her mother sat in their little house on MapleWay, staring at each other. The older woman had tears in her eyes, the other impatience. “I’m not traveling half a world away, mom. It’s just-” The girl’s speech was cut off by her mother bursting into tears and pulling her into a hug. She grunted, but wrapped her arms around her mother, letting her cry into her shoulder. She didn’t have time for this; She had things to do. She had to get to school, damnit! Her leg bounced as she sat with her mom, waiting for her to stop her episode. “We do this every year, mother. I have to go.” She took her mother’s shoulders and pushed her up, standing to her feet herself. .She dwarfed the other woman, having inherited her father’s height. Her lip curled up around her top row of teeth when she thought of that man. When she thought of that day… So she didn’t. Isabeau Rayfe pushed the thoughts of her father aside and pulled on the ends of her auburn-colored curls, dancing around on her feet. As per usual, her cat Gordon tangled between her legs to get her attention. She realized that in the hurry, she'd forgotten to feed him. She sighed, running a hand down her face. "Get out from under me," The girl commanded, lifting her knees high. "I'll feed you before I go. But no tuna!" Isabeau ran back into the kitchen and scooped a bowl of her tabby tom's kibble into a bowl. As she went to the fridge to get some milk with his meal, she stopped and sniffed the air. Something was burning. Her toast!!!! She dropped the milk in the sink and ran over to the toaster oven. She pulled the door open and grabbed her charred bread, sighing and waving the smoke from her face. "Ah damn.." She looked down at the bread and sighed, picking it up. "Oh well, I guess..." Gordon jumped up into the sink and started to lap up the spilled milk, purring in content. His owner ran out of the kitchen, clutching her piece of charcoal- I mean toast, in her teeth. She grabbed her bag off the hook and booked it to the door. She totally didn't run right into it... No. Never. Not Isabeau. The girl rubbed her forehead and pulled the door open, but stopped. At this rate, she'd miss the bus!! She looked to the concrete floor of her porch, where a letter stood bright and white against the tan background of the welcome mat. Her mother's firey head of red hair popped up behind her. "What's that?" Edited at March 29, 2021 05:18 AM by Wynnie The Pooh
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Yeong-Hwan Duch Nang / 17 / Male / Questioning (Bi?) / Mentions: ISC The sun peered around Yeong-Hwan's curtains, warming his bare chest as he lay on his bed. His covers were strewn to the side, his left arm tucked beneath his head. His greenish-blue eyes stared blankly up at his popcorn ceiling, examining every inch and making imaginary patterns out of every raised bump. He knew that he should be getting up, but he just wasn't motivated that day. Yeong turned his head to the side, looking at his window. He raised his right arm, bringing it to the curtain, and pulled it back gently. The light shone directly into his eyes, and he recoiled back. Well, shit. He blinked away the white, before sitting up. He wiggled his left fingers, feeling the prickling sensation as the blood rushed back to his hand. How long had he been laying there like that? He threw his long legs over the side of his bed, letting out a sigh of relief as his bones popped. He stretched, raising his arms high above his head, and cracked his knuckles in the air. Tucking his moppy hair behind his ear, he stood up, throwing off his covers fully, and reached for a clean shirt that was folded over his rolling chair near his bed. He shoved it over his head, before pulling on fresh denim pants. As he walked from his room, he grabbed his beach bag and sunglasses, before exiting into the hall and making his way to the kitchen. He passed by the living room, where his father was watching the news. "Mornin', Dad," he said, smiling. His father, being the strong and silent type, nodded and waved at Yeong without looking away from the TV. Apparently, something interesting was happening. But nothing interesting enough to catch Yeong's attention. He tilted his head at his father curiously, before shrugging and continuing his journey to the kitchen. The smell of eggs wafted towards Yeong, and he felt his mouth water. He spied a fresh plate with a gaeran tost-u sitting upon it, looking downright delectable. He could practically feel the brown sugar melting on his tongue, hear the crunch of the toast and the cabbage between his teeth, and most of all, taste the runny egg yolk. He lurched towards the plate, snatching it up, before walking to the living room. He wanted so badly to just shove the whole thing down his gullet, but he knew that he had to savor it. After all, it wasn't often his father made breakfast. In fact, Yeong had to either make it himself or grab something to eat at work. He sat beside his father, crossing his legs at the ankle, and bit into the breakfast sandwich. God, he'd forgotten how wonderful this was. He looked at the TV, before tilting his head at his father. "So, what's up with the world?" he said jokingly around a bite of his breakfast. His father let out a strained sigh. "The Americans are quite dumb, but I see their point. Why they have to make such a big deal of things, I don't know," his father replied, still not looking away from the TV. Yeong's eyebrows raised. Okay, not what I asked, but cool. Yeong looked down at his watch, before choking on a crumb. "Crap, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" he exclaimed, standing up. He put the plate on the coffee table, holding the sandwich in one hand. "Bye Dad," he said, leaning over to kiss his wrinkled forehead. He smiled up at his son, patting him on the shoulder. Yeong stood again, grabbing his bag from the floor in front of the couch, and made his way for the door. He stopped to grab his jacket from his hook, buttoning it up sloppily and shoving his shoes on without tying the laces. He shoved his sandwich in his mouth as he reached for the door before he noticed a letter poking out from the mail slot. Curiously, Yeong reached for the letter. It was very slim, as there was no return address. Odd. In neat letters on the center of the envelope read very plainly, "For Yeong-Hwan Duch Nang". Yeong felt goosebumps rise on his body. How had they known his middle name? Only his father called him Duch, as it was the Korean version of the name his mother chose, Acair. So how had whoever sent this letter found out about his hidden name? It didn't look like his mother's handwriting, and Yeong wasn't in touch with any of his relatives outside of his father's parents, who hated his guts. He looked over his shoulder to the living room, where his father still sat, eyes glued to the TV. He glanced back down at the letter. It was very obviously Yeong's, but should he really keep it from his father? Yes, it DID have Yeong's name plastered in bold letters on the front, but still. Yeong pushed away his second-guesses. It was Yeong's; he had a right to keep it from his father. He yelled a final goodbye over his shoulder as he closed the door. As he walked, he continued to examine the envelope. How strange. Finally, curiosity got the best of him. He opened it, careful not to rip it too much, and peered inside. "Well, it's not a bomb," he mumbled jokingly to himself. Unbeknownst to him, a woman with a small child overheard him, and hurried her daughter along the sidewalk, glancing over to Yeong. He reached into the envelope and pulled out a letter. Once again, it was covered in very neat handwriting. He skimmed the letter, his eyes growing wider and wider as he read. He was... a subject? Of some sort of experiment? He didn't know they could do that, well, whoever they were. He'd never heard of the ISC before. Were they some sort of secret organization trying to take over the world or something? He chuckled at the thought, before shoving the letter into his pocket. He'd show his father once he got home. But for now... school. Yippee.
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Axel Founte / 16 / Trans Male / Asexual Panromantic / Mentions: None *Quick TW, just in case: A lot of my posts (mainly for Axel) will contain depression, abuse (physical and mental), panic attacks, and suicide.* Axel sat up as sun streamed through the window above his bed, he felt cold, and his head hurt terribly bad, as did his arms and back. Okay, basically everything hurt. Last night was rough. His father had come home drunk (again), and Axel had had another depressional episode. He was also sick (also again). So yeah, all in all, he was doing pretty great! Slowly, the sickly boy made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. His father was snoring away in his room and Axel doubted he would wake up until the next day. His mother was awake though, making breakfast. "Good morning, sweetheart." She said warmly when Axel entered the room. She looked exhausted as normal. "H-hey, mama," Axel answered softly, he loved his mother more than anyone in the world, and she was the only person who cared for him back. His mother was a frail-looking woman with skin that pulled against her bones, brown hair that was constantly up in a messy bun, and sunken green eyes that had no doubt once shown a beautiful emerald. "Come eat darling, you'll be late for school." Axel nodded, accepting the plate with toast and an egg and taking a few bites before giving up. Part of the reason he was so skinny was that he just didn't like eating. If he ate very much he got sick and vomited it all up anyway. Seeing that he had put his fork down his mother gave Axel one of her worried smiles. "Done already?" Axel nodded, standing. "I-I should go." He said, and his mother sighed, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to eat more. "Okay, stay safe and have fun at school. I love you." Axel smiled thinly. He would definitely NOT have fun at school with all the bullying and shouting. His mother didn't know that of course, which is what he wanted. She didn't need more to worry about. His health and his father's addiction already had her on edge. "I-I will, l-love you t-too." He grabbed his bag and started towards the door, pausing when he saw a white envelope on the doorstep... with his name on it. Axel glanced over his shoulder to see his mother still moving around inside, so he picked up the envelope and opened it silently. 'Dear Axel Founte, Congratulations! You have been chosen to be one of the participants in our (International Scientists Cooperation, ISC) newest experiment, 'Race Against Time!' Please pack extra clothes, a water bottle, and any special items of your choice, and meet us at 5:00 on January 2nd, 3045. We are located at 5000 CherryBlossem Drive and will provide further information once we meet. Thank you! Signed, ISC.' After reading it, Axel felt his eyes widen. An experiment? Him? He bit the inside of his cheek. That was odd, was this another stupid prank that his bullies were pulling? He wouldn't have been surprised. Oh well, it would never hurt to check the location. Besides, he'd been debating running away from home for a while. He would have to leave his mother a note, of course, but leaving would give her less to worry about and he could get away from his father's abuse. A win, win! So it was decided, he would leave! First though, school. More like torture. Oh well, he wouldn't be stuck there much longer either. Just one more day. (Sorry it's shorter!)
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Quick TW- Most(if not all) of my posts will contain heavy things, whether direct or indirect. Gwyar Areithous Fraoch | 16 | Male | Closeted Gay | Mentions; None Gwyar woke up with a start, sweat going down his forehead, strands of hair sticking to said forehead as well, he sat up quickly. -- He breathed in heavily, eyes darting around the room, trying to remember just where he was. And then his memory caught up from the nightmare. -- He was in his room. On his bed. He took a few steadying breaths, and with his left hand, he gripped the side of his nightstand and pushed himself to where he could actually get up. He went over to the mirror in his room, he’d gotten that two years after he’d moved in- They’d tried to give him one before then, but there had been an incident and they all decided all would be better if they waited to put in a mirror. -- He looked like an absolute mess. Bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights and nightmares he had whenever he did sleep… His long hair tangled and in his face, even showing off some of the scarring on his scalp from scratching… The two other scars on his pale face… His rather bony figure… The scar across his neck… -- ‘It looks stupid.’ -- ‘Hopefully it knows that too.’ -- ‘Should it punch a wall to eliminate the stupid?’ -- ‘Punching a wall sounds fun.’ -- Gwyar gritted his teeth. Mornings were the worst… Tuning out the voices as best he could, he set to getting ready for the day. He found a clean gray sweater, his favorite red and black jacket, some clean black jeans(baggy- everything was baggy on him though), and he put on his red and black military-style boots. -- After that, he grabbed his white stud earrings and put them in, grabbing his silver chain necklace and clasping said necklace around his neck. He grabbed his brush next and brushed through his long, straight hair. Red with blonde highlights, all natural. After brushing, he braided through his hair, doing a half crown-half down. Lastly, he grabbed his silver finger bands and slipped them onto his fingers. -- He grabbed his backpack, luckily already packed from the night before, and left his room. Walking downstairs, he could smell waffles and pancakes. He grinned to himself- Theotimus would totally already be up. Maybe even Everard. -- ‘Ew, it’s going to eat? Waste of timeeeee- Things don’t eat.’ -- He ignored the comment that had managed to slip through. Stepping into the kitchen and dining room, he saw that his prediction was correct. Theo, the little devil, was indeed up already. The boy had started middle school this year. So, of course, the angsty and awkward years of life for the baby of the house had started. Only, for Theo, the years were looking to be much more rebellious than angsty or sad. Thank the nonexistent gods for that. -- He sat down at the bar counter, next to Theo, and looked at him. “Yo Theo, anything exciting planned for today?” -- Theo sighed and shook his head. “Unfortunately, Gwyar, no. Not yet, at least. But my friend did say that we could trade some cards- And that he’d pay me for one of my good ones! Not sure if I should take him up on that offer though… I could always get the money through bets, after all.” -- He rolled his eyes and gave a slight huff of laughter in response, about to say something. -- ‘So boring- Punch him.’ -- ‘Where’s Poet? I bet he isn’t as dumb as Idiot or Thing over here are.’ -- ‘Probably sleeping. He doesn’t have a terrible schedule like it does.’ -- ‘Does it have a lighter?’ -- ‘What kind of question is that?’ -- ‘I just want to know if it forgot it’s lighter.’ -- Gwyar had apparently made a face during this, the ‘Morning voices are the worst’ face, because his foster dad spoke. “Khorne, I’m getting your bottle refilled today. You’ll have a new bottle by tonight, alright?” -- He nodded, trying a small grin as he ate the food that was served up to him not long after. That meant he would have to go through school without his medication… He could do that, he’d done that before. Granted, usually he didn’t have to anymore. But still. He might as well get in tune with tuning out the voices again. -- He finished his breakfast just as Eve came down the stairs, so he stuck his tongue out at him and walked back to his room. As much as he hated to admit when the voices were right- They had been right about his lighter. He’d been forgetting that. And his phone… -- He quickly grabbed his lighter and pack of cigarettes, pocketing them before grabbing his phone and staring at the lit up screen. Jacob had messaged him. Multiple times. -- ‘Ooooh- It’s gonna get in trouble with the only human that loves it outside of fake family.’ -- He rolled his eyes. Jacob wouldn’t be mad at him for not answering a few texts… Right? Right… Right. -- He sent a quick reply to the question of whether he was riding to school with Jacob or not, the reply being a simple, ‘Was gonna walk. Don’t wanna waste anyone’s fuel.’ -- He received a ‘Read’ and then a simple ‘Cool.’, so he breathed out a breath of relief he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He pocketed his phone and left his room again. After a quick goodbye to the rest of the inhabitants of the house, he left through the front door, closing said door behind him. And then froze as he saw an envelope on the ground. He leaned over and picked up the letter, reading what name was on the envelope so that he’d know if he’d have to enter the house again or not. -- For Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch -- And wasn’t that a bit obnoxious? He stared at the letter for a moment before opening the envelope and reading what was written. -- Dear Gwyar Fraoch, Congratulations! You have been chosen to be one of the participants in our (International Scientists Cooperation, ISC) newest experiment, 'Race Against Time!' Please pack extra clothes, a water bottle, and any special items of your choice, and meet us at 5:00 on January 2nd, 3045. We are located at 5000 CherryBlossem Drive and will provide further information once we meet. Thank you! Signed, ISC. -- That was so obnoxious. So obnoxious. And yet- The letter was so obnoxious that there was no way for the letter to be a joke. Should he go? -- ‘Go! Go! This sounds like fun! Maybe it’ll get to punch something!’ -- ‘Hopefully it’ll get to punch SOMEONE.’ -- ‘Oooh, that too!’ -- He gritted his teeth and put the letter into his backpack. If he went, then at least maybe he’d be able to come up with a reason that the voices could stop. Maybe he could appease them or something. Plus- He’d finally have a reason to beg his foster father to let him take that Jambiya dagger out of the house with him. -- He grinned. So decided then- He’d go. First, of course, he had school though. And he would probably need to tell Jacob, too. That was fine though. He started off in a walk again. He could tell Jacob at school. They had plenty of classes together, after all. Well, starting today they did, at least. He’d changed his schedule since Jacob had asked him to, so that they’d be in more classes together, and anything for Jacob.
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