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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 8, 2008 20:09:14 GMT -5
Rules: Uhm... no cursing.... Keep it AT THE MOST PG-13 'cause this role play is mostly for a 10 year old.... Uhm.... I guess that's it. =\
Setting: two story house in Florida a house by the beach June 12 on hot breezy day with no clouds in the sky
Plot: (Stasya came up with the plot so, yeah) Mommy and Daddy divorced about 10 years ago and the kids were split, half stayed with mom and half went with dad. No one from side has seen each other since the divorce. Dad is a workaholic and never has time for family while mom stays home, leaving most of the elder kids to go to work . But, today, Dad has packed the kids in his car and driven them to their old house on the beach because Mom begged to see her other children. How will this reunion go? Will the family reunite? Will Dad's kids turn on him and saty with mom or will they stay with dad and despise their mom, or vice-versa?
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 8, 2008 20:13:52 GMT -5
ooc Ok I I I I I (sorry I do that at times) Will be joining as one of the dad's daughers (Blaire) and one of the mom's sons (James) oh and her daughter (Macie)
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 8, 2008 20:34:15 GMT -5
Ooc;; I think I'll join too. I'll be... Hmm... the mom, Stasya and Jeremy (mom), the dad, Roxas, and Demitri (dad). Sheah!
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 8, 2008 20:58:21 GMT -5
"Instant karma's gonna get you Gonna look you right in the face Better get yourself together darling Join the human race How in the world you gonna see Laughing at fools like me? Who in the hell do you think you are? A superstar? Well, right you are!" Blaire's voice was almost a wisper but still as pretty as it would be if she was singing as loud as she can. Her eyes were closed as the car moved. She was in the front seat moving her head to the music blaring from her ears. Her dirty blound hair tickled her neck. She grabbed the ponytail that was holding it togeather and yanked it out shaking her head so it went down to her shoulders as were it usually was. The sun was now reflecting off the rearview mirrors and onto her tanish skin. She wasn't dark at all but she wasn't pail. I can't describe it. She sighed finnaly opening her grey-blue (mostly gray) eyes and exsamening the purple iPod infront of her she brushed the pad and switched it to "how you remind me" by Nickelback and closed her eyes agains starting to sing to this. Blair was a very musical girl. She LOVES to sing as well as act. And has been known to get a good part in the musicals even though seniors usually got that. But she was a sofmore and its a HUGE thing to get a big part in the play seeing seniors domonate. She loves her family but always wished her father would at least spend time with her. He has never made it to even one of her musicals or plays yet! And she's been doing this sence 6th grade. Thats why she has her sibling to support her. She isn't much trouble and has a mostly calm temper but she does get mad. After all she is a 15 year old teenager. The song finnished and went to "She's on Fire" by Train
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 8, 2008 21:19:03 GMT -5
The eldest of the Carson kids sat in the backseat, noice-blocking headphones over his ears that were hocked up to his black iPod. "Balls To The Wall" by Accept blared the end before "18 And Life" by Skid Row began, a pale hand ran through shaggy black hair with red tips. This was 18-year-old Demitri Emmett Carson. A senior in high school and your typical emo kid. He sighed as his hair fell stubbornly back over his red eyes. Now, Demitri's eyes weren't /really/ red, they were really blue but his contacts were red. He didn't care that his Dad didn't have time to hang around, he was used to it by now. In fact, it was because of his Dad Demitri was the way he was. He pulled at the cord of his big, black My Chemical Romance hoodie and looked over at his twin brother Roxas. These were faternal twins, Demitri being the calm one and Roxas being the spaz. Roxas had long, blond, spiked hair and turquois blue eyes. His white earbuds played 'You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us in Prison' b y My Chemical Romance from his iPodVideo. He was more talkative than his twin and was rarely quiet, unless he was concentrating on something deeply. "Hey, Dem. What're ya thinking 'bot," Roxas asked, leaning toward his twin. "Nothing, you?" Roxas sat back and shrugged, "Just about seeing everyone again. It's going to be weird." Demitri nodded in agreement.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 8, 2008 21:20:56 GMT -5
ooc;; I'm adding Angel, too, but I'm changing her name to Helena in this role play. She's one of the mom's kids.
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Post by Cassie Darko on Nov 8, 2008 21:23:19 GMT -5
*OoC* i'll be Jasper Angela Brooklyn and Victoira
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 8, 2008 21:26:55 GMT -5
ooc might as well bring in Dakota and Addison
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 12, 2008 18:14:00 GMT -5
ooc;; OH! ADDING STAYSA AND JEREMY'S TRIPLET! BUUUT EVERYONE KNOWS THEIR TRIPLETS IN THIS ROLE PLAY CAUSE THEY AREN'T ADOPTED.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 12, 2008 18:24:35 GMT -5
"OUCH! Jeremy, get off of me!" A teenage girl laid on her stomach on the couch, her huge brother sitting on her and reaching out for the remote. "OW! SERIOUSLY, JER, GET OFF!" The gril reached her arm out further, keeping the remote from her twin's grasp. She let out a choked sob and screamed as her brother grabbed her other arm and twisted it behind her back, "Then give me the remote." Stasya clamped her eyes shut and pursed her lips, "N-no!" Jeremy shrugged and twisted her arm further, threatening to break it. Stasya screamed again as pain shot her long, pale arm. "OOOW!" Another boy walked into the room. "Jeremy, Stasya, can you stop fighting for, like, one day," he asked. Stasya and Jeremy looked at the boy. "NO! JASON, HELP ME," the two yelled in unison. "NO, HE'S GOING TO HELP /ME/! NO, ME," they yelled at each other in unison again. These three were the 15-year-old triplets. All three had natural choclate brown hair -but each had dyed their hair a different color- and hauntingly pale blue eyes. Stasya Marie Carson was the oldest. She had her hair cut to her shoulders and dyed raven black with blood red streaks bordering her face. She usually wore contacts that made her eyes look gold or her black rimmed, oval glasses. She was 5' 9" and the laziest of the three. She's a sarcastic person who enjoys picking on her two brothers for every little thing. In the middle -younger than Stasya by 2 minutes- was Jason David Carson, but call him Jason and you die. Jason prefers to be called Kid. Since he was the middle triplet, he was usually in a battle of sibling tug-of-war. Both Stasya and Jeremy fought over who he would help out in the fight, even though he tried to be the mediator. His hair came to his chin and was dyed blond, he always wore plain, clear contacts and was 5' 3". He was the peace-keeper and tried to help his mom by keeping his oher two triplets out of trouble. The youngest -younger then Stasya by 10 minutes- was Jeremy Malachi Carson. His hair came just to his shoulders and it was dyed dirty-blond and he had is dreaded. He was usually one to start the fights since he was the jock -playing football, basketball, and in weight-lifting- and much taller than his two triplets towering at 6' 3". At school, he was the popular junior with the emo sister and goody-two-shoes brother at the jock table.
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 12, 2008 18:38:08 GMT -5
ooc OMG I'M GOING TO GET RID OF MACIE AND JAMES AND BRING IN ABBY AND MYSELF! !
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 12, 2008 20:29:55 GMT -5
Two figures stood in the doorframe of the door that conected the livingroom and the kitchen. NO! Two IDENTICAL figures stood in the door frame. Gwendolyn and Abigail (Gwen and Abby) looked at there siblings fighting over the remote "wow" they looked at eachother and then back to there siblings. Blue eyes scanning the suroundings. Gwen (the shorter figure) stood at 4'10 and a half. That makes her feel taller if you say a half (it does). Dirty blound almost brown hair lay neatly curving around her shoulders a clear natural blound streak covering her right eye. The taller figure Abby (5'1 she grew) looked excactly the same. The only difference bettween the two besides there hight was that Gwen has braces and Abby doesn't. Personality wise they are different. You can never quite guess what Gwen is thinking but Abby, She's an open book! Also Gwen is more hyper and active and the funnier one usually getting herself into a lot of trouble though. While Abby is calm not as active and would rather hear the joke then say it. But she's been a dare devil lately. Getting herself into a lot of trouble. Gwen is also the book worm! As welll as the better actress and singer! But she quit this play because she broke her foot (Tear) and yeah. "Can you guys stop fighting?" Gwen asked "That would be a no" Abby smiled
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Post by Cassie Darko on Nov 12, 2008 23:16:33 GMT -5
*OoC*I'm ganna take in Cassie Me (i roleplay myself)and...Harley and Jessica raen and dame
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 12, 2008 23:18:13 GMT -5
"Stasya, Jeremy, stop fighting," a tired, female voice sighed, coming down the stairs. A woman with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes looked at her children. "Did you all clean your rooms like I asked?" This was 36-year-old Melanie Dawn Carson, the mother. She was tired having spent hours cleaning every inch of the house. Clear, warm Floridian sunlight shone in from the open windows and a cool, comfortable breeze that smelled of the beach swirled through the house. The fridge was stocked with 4 different kinds of soda and tons of food so their was enough for everyone. Through the back, slide glass door to the deck, you could see, hear, and smell the ocean since it was practically in their backyard.
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Post by Abby! (: on Nov 12, 2008 23:23:25 GMT -5
"Maybe" Gwen and Abby looked at eachother and then pointed at eachother "SHE BROKE THE BED!" they had a bunk bed and it feel to the side because a screw fell out because one of them (they won't fess up who) took it out. "DID NOT!" Abby yelled "Did to" Gwen replied simply
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