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I'm not going to have a super interesting intro. Mostly because if you are reading this you are probably interested in a Teen Titans roleplay anyway and I'm saving that for the first episode. Also I'm looking for 6 roleplayers to play as, what I would call, The Teen Titans. I really didn't want to slap New Generation on the team title. Anyway, I'm hopefully going to add a backstory on what happened to the last Teen Titans.
I plan on using the 'Places' tabs to make Episodes. Every episiode is going to have a specific plot, of course the first Episode is going to be the Pilot, introducing the characters and showing what they can do, etc, and after that things will get interesting. So if you are interested then fill out this character sheet. I don't want to see everyone with all the same powers, hey, its not even REQUIRED to have powers! Lets try to keep it three guys and three girls...I'm one guy, so now I only need two guys and three girls!
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(First comes, first serves. If you desired to be in this RP and were sadly too late then have no fear! I'll replace you with a inactive roleplayer or can bring you as a guest character in a certain episode.)
THE TEEN TITIANS ROSTER
1.Chef Object
2.Cadell
3.Reaper
4.Eyes
5.The Dragon
6.Static
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1.) No one liners please. One liners give the other readers nothing to respond to so, please create a post with atleast two paragraph. I would consider one paragraph posts if you're having writer's block.
2.) I take my grammar very seriously. Please reread through your posts or use a grammar check. I loath misspellings and poor grammar.
3.) It'd be really nice if you can be active. This is a team-based RP. If you're going to be gone then please inform me. We can easily drag your character along, but I just don't want to be waiting for a week response leaving a cliff hanger because of one person.
4.) No god-modding. I don't really have to explain this one too much except that you have to expect to be punched and miss a attack.
5.) Let's keep this rated Teen. Unlike the show, you can describe blood.
Five easy steps to obey. Not that hard.
I plan on using the 'Places' tabs to make Episodes. Every episiode is going to have a specific plot, of course the first Episode is going to be the Pilot, introducing the characters and showing what they can do, etc, and after that things will get interesting. So if you are interested then fill out this character sheet. I don't want to see everyone with all the same powers, hey, its not even REQUIRED to have powers! Lets try to keep it three guys and three girls...I'm one guy, so now I only need two guys and three girls!
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(First comes, first serves. If you desired to be in this RP and were sadly too late then have no fear! I'll replace you with a inactive roleplayer or can bring you as a guest character in a certain episode.)
THE TEEN TITIANS ROSTER
1.Chef Object
2.Cadell
3.Reaper
4.Eyes
5.The Dragon
6.Static
GUEST CHARACTERS
1.
Rules
1.) No one liners please. One liners give the other readers nothing to respond to so, please create a post with atleast two paragraph. I would consider one paragraph posts if you're having writer's block.
2.) I take my grammar very seriously. Please reread through your posts or use a grammar check. I loath misspellings and poor grammar.
3.) It'd be really nice if you can be active. This is a team-based RP. If you're going to be gone then please inform me. We can easily drag your character along, but I just don't want to be waiting for a week response leaving a cliff hanger because of one person.
4.) No god-modding. I don't really have to explain this one too much except that you have to expect to be punched and miss a attack.
5.) Let's keep this rated Teen. Unlike the show, you can describe blood.
Five easy steps to obey. Not that hard.
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70 postsEpisode One: Abduction
This is the pilot episode. Six teens have been captured by the goverment to participate in a certain project. Will they follow the orders or ignore the commands?
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OOC Notes
Episode One: Abduction
Jake blinked his eyes a couple of times. His vison was impaired and blurry. He grasped his head feeling a small bump. He moaned a great cry. "Where am I?" Jake asked himself. His knees trembled while he began to stand. He observed his surroundings noticing that he seemed to be in a bright,litted room. The room was incredibly white, giving off the vibe of loniness. Everything seemed to be a void of emptyness, no colors were presented except the glaring white. The walls looked as if they were durable, serving a purpose as to keep Jake caged in this.
Jake shivered finding no doors or windows applied to this room. He rolled his eyes to the floor gently. Jake stepped a few paces back in shock. He had tilted his head down noticing unconsious bodies on the floor. His heart rate increased as he kept staring at the bodies. He had no logic whether they were alive or deceased.
He grasped his hair pulling it in frustration. "Where the hell am I?!" Jake screamed at the top of his lungs. The noise echoed through the cubical room and possibly awoken the other heroes.
(We don't know each other. And do please enter the "Episode One: Abduction" in the where tab^)
Jake blinked his eyes a couple of times. His vison was impaired and blurry. He grasped his head feeling a small bump. He moaned a great cry. "Where am I?" Jake asked himself. His knees trembled while he began to stand. He observed his surroundings noticing that he seemed to be in a bright,litted room. The room was incredibly white, giving off the vibe of loniness. Everything seemed to be a void of emptyness, no colors were presented except the glaring white. The walls looked as if they were durable, serving a purpose as to keep Jake caged in this.
Jake shivered finding no doors or windows applied to this room. He rolled his eyes to the floor gently. Jake stepped a few paces back in shock. He had tilted his head down noticing unconsious bodies on the floor. His heart rate increased as he kept staring at the bodies. He had no logic whether they were alive or deceased.
He grasped his hair pulling it in frustration. "Where the hell am I?!" Jake screamed at the top of his lungs. The noise echoed through the cubical room and possibly awoken the other heroes.
(We don't know each other. And do please enter the "Episode One: Abduction" in the where tab^)
OOC Notes
Taylor was still dreaming. She had to be. That was the only explanation she could think of when she awoke inside a large white room, which looked more like the inside of a soft white box instead. She was trapped. Her wings fluttered softly, she was afraid. She was alone. Alone in the blindingly white box, no doors or windows, just her, the walls, the floor, and the ceiling. She tugged a strand of her hair off of her horns before laying back down.
She was a demon, a half demon, but a demon none the less. And demons were hunted. Simply because of their origin and from what they were. What if this was a way to kill her? Was she dead? Was she inside a personal empty heaven for demons?
A loud voice rang in her room. "Where the Hell am I!?" Okay, so maybe she was still alive. She gave a loud, ear-splitting scream to relieve what panic she was feeling.
She was a demon, a half demon, but a demon none the less. And demons were hunted. Simply because of their origin and from what they were. What if this was a way to kill her? Was she dead? Was she inside a personal empty heaven for demons?
A loud voice rang in her room. "Where the Hell am I!?" Okay, so maybe she was still alive. She gave a loud, ear-splitting scream to relieve what panic she was feeling.
OOC Notes
Gibari slowly wakes up after a loud undiscribable sound( the yell of Jake), finding himself somewhere unknown. Seeing nothing but a blur of very sharp clinical white, his first thought that went through his mind was: where am I. As his vision became clearer he could see that he was in a white room and he noticed others on the floor. He looked around seeing nothing but the blinding white floor, walls and ceiling, as he sought for a door.
He crawls up from his lying position. When he wants to grab the paddle he find out that its gone, something that Gibari takes very personal. He mumbles to himself: "It is one thing to steal from me, but to steal my paddle...Either this thief has a lot of nerve or a deathwish." Even the mumble was loud enough to echo though the room.
As he turned around he notices a boy standing. Having no lead to what is happening he walks to the boy and taps him on the shoulder. "Hey, do ya have an idea where we are?" Though he hopes to get answers he has a feint feeling that something ain't right. In a way he feels to smash the wall to pieces, but at the same time he feels that it would be futile.
He crawls up from his lying position. When he wants to grab the paddle he find out that its gone, something that Gibari takes very personal. He mumbles to himself: "It is one thing to steal from me, but to steal my paddle...Either this thief has a lot of nerve or a deathwish." Even the mumble was loud enough to echo though the room.
As he turned around he notices a boy standing. Having no lead to what is happening he walks to the boy and taps him on the shoulder. "Hey, do ya have an idea where we are?" Though he hopes to get answers he has a feint feeling that something ain't right. In a way he feels to smash the wall to pieces, but at the same time he feels that it would be futile.
OOC Notes
Jake shivered when a hand was instantly placed on his shoulder. He rushed forward leaving the hand to fall. He desired to have some distance between himself and the stranger. Jake rotated his body quickly to glance at the standing person. He raised his eyebrow, he stared curiously at the person's appearance.
Jake rose his arms in the air, preparing to defend himself against any unwanted attacks. "I don't know. Who are you? A friend or foe?" He continued to present his clentched fists and squinted eyes.
Jake rose his arms in the air, preparing to defend himself against any unwanted attacks. "I don't know. Who are you? A friend or foe?" He continued to present his clentched fists and squinted eyes.
OOC Notes
Adrian blinked. The ceiling was white. "My celings not white" she mumbles. She sits up and yawns. Maybe I was out late last night partying? She fingers a bead and looks around the room. It's all white as far as she can she. There are blurbs of color in various places. She blinks again. Ohh, they're people. She pushs off the ground to stand up. Then it finally hits her, she's in a strange place with strange people.
Since Adrian lives in a bit of a strange place she always has a daggar on her. She reached down to feel it in it's sheath. Whew, it's still there. Wait it's not to heavy she slips it out. They took her daggar and replaced in whith a pencil? How pathetic can you get. Shrugging she starts to write on the wall behind her. Well at least they'll never forget her when she dies.
The poem she wrote:
A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
Since Adrian lives in a bit of a strange place she always has a daggar on her. She reached down to feel it in it's sheath. Whew, it's still there. Wait it's not to heavy she slips it out. They took her daggar and replaced in whith a pencil? How pathetic can you get. Shrugging she starts to write on the wall behind her. Well at least they'll never forget her when she dies.
The poem she wrote:
A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness
Her beliefs hidden from most
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown
Wondering where her place is in this life
She has come close to sharing herself
Never completely revealing anything to anyone
Feelings of invisible chains corner her
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out
She roams day by day, playing roles
Strength unknowingly resides in her
History repeats itself once again
The translucent veil she so proudly wears
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear
One day her beliefs will be known
One day she'll know her place in this life
One day she will share herself
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE
OOC Notes
Gibari saw the boy make stressed reactions and he stepped back not knowing what the boy would or could do. When he asked: "I don't know. Who are you? A friend or foe?" Gibari chuckled and with a grin he said: "Friend or foe? Is that realy nessecary to ask? I mean look around, we are trapped in a white box without exit and you still need to ask that!?" He paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Anyways, I guess the phrase: The enemy of my enemy is my friend, fits like a charm. The name is Gibari, what is your name?"
He noticed sounds that vaguely reminded him of writing behind him and he looks around seeing a girl writing on the wall. Gibari looked back at the boy. "I think we should introduce ourselfs to eachother, seeing that we all are in the same situation. Maybe we can figure something out that way, or maybe if anyone has a pack of cards we could play cards." with a laidback and couldn't care less expression on his face he finished that senctance and walked to the girl, who he too tapped on the shoulder. "Hey, do you by chance know where we are?" He asked almost knowing that she would know as much as he does.
He noticed sounds that vaguely reminded him of writing behind him and he looks around seeing a girl writing on the wall. Gibari looked back at the boy. "I think we should introduce ourselfs to eachother, seeing that we all are in the same situation. Maybe we can figure something out that way, or maybe if anyone has a pack of cards we could play cards." with a laidback and couldn't care less expression on his face he finished that senctance and walked to the girl, who he too tapped on the shoulder. "Hey, do you by chance know where we are?" He asked almost knowing that she would know as much as he does.
OOC Notes
Jake pinched the stem of his nose. He wasn't satifised with the smart aleck answer. "How can you inference that? You could be a murderer for all I know! You can go ahead and call me Chef. Now answer the question!" Jake demanded. He watched the male go ahead and communicate to the lively girl that sneaked past Jake's awareness.
Jake glared at the massive blob of text that was scarred onto the wall. He nodded his head in confusement. Jake couldn't comprehend how that would be the first action that someone would react to. He scanned the words, but couldn't make out any sense of it. "What's it supposed to mean?" Jake never had the metal ability to figure out poetry.
Jake glared at the massive blob of text that was scarred onto the wall. He nodded his head in confusement. Jake couldn't comprehend how that would be the first action that someone would react to. He scanned the words, but couldn't make out any sense of it. "What's it supposed to mean?" Jake never had the metal ability to figure out poetry.
OOC Notes
"Hey do you by any chance know where we are?" said a voice. Adrian turned around abrubtly and there was some dude dressed funny. She gave him a quick look over and a quesstioning glance. Then said "I am either dead or holed upon subconcessnes. You are," she looked around "in a white room somewhere unknown to you me or him." she jerked her head to the dude yelling at the guy she was talking to.
The boy who had been yelling earlier on came over and asked what her poem meant. "Do you know how sometimes you're mad or sad and you don't want anyone to know, so you put a mask. You mask you true feelings with fake ones. The poem is about how one day the girl in it won't have have to wear a mask anymore. My names Adrian Qweer by the way, but most people call be Static or Stat."
The boy who had been yelling earlier on came over and asked what her poem meant. "Do you know how sometimes you're mad or sad and you don't want anyone to know, so you put a mask. You mask you true feelings with fake ones. The poem is about how one day the girl in it won't have have to wear a mask anymore. My names Adrian Qweer by the way, but most people call be Static or Stat."
OOC Notes
(rebal, change the Jump City to episode one, plz. :P)
Jake scratched his head while listening to the poetic girl. Her explaining seemed to still puzzle Jake. "So it's a mask filled with the feelings anger and depression? Well, why doesn't she just take the mask off? Wouldn't that help?" Jake informed. He rolled his eyes, this is practically why he loathed poems. They never did make sense to him. Jake shrugged his shoulder and introduced himself.
"Same goes for the stranger, I'm Chef." Jake stated. He kicked the side of his shoes impaitently. He didn't mind conversating with people, but these fellows come off as being too strange! Jake doesn't know these people at all, and it's uncomfortable knowing that they may attack him at any time.
Jake scratched his head while listening to the poetic girl. Her explaining seemed to still puzzle Jake. "So it's a mask filled with the feelings anger and depression? Well, why doesn't she just take the mask off? Wouldn't that help?" Jake informed. He rolled his eyes, this is practically why he loathed poems. They never did make sense to him. Jake shrugged his shoulder and introduced himself.
"Same goes for the stranger, I'm Chef." Jake stated. He kicked the side of his shoes impaitently. He didn't mind conversating with people, but these fellows come off as being too strange! Jake doesn't know these people at all, and it's uncomfortable knowing that they may attack him at any time.
OOC Notes
"Hey do you by any chance know where we are?" said a voice. Adrian turned around abrubtly and there was some dude dressed funny. She gave him a quick look over and a quesstioning glance. Then said "I am either dead or holed upon subconcessnes. You are," she looked around "in a white room somewhere unknown to you me or him." she jerked her head to the dude yelling at the guy she was talking to.
The boy who had been yelling earlier on came over and asked what her poem meant. "Do you know how sometimes you're mad or sad and you don't want anyone to know, so you put a mask. You mask you true feelings with fake ones. The poem is about how one day the girl in it won't have have to wear a mask anymore. My names Adrian Qweer by the way, but most people call be Static or Stat."
The boy who had been yelling earlier on came over and asked what her poem meant. "Do you know how sometimes you're mad or sad and you don't want anyone to know, so you put a mask. You mask you true feelings with fake ones. The poem is about how one day the girl in it won't have have to wear a mask anymore. My names Adrian Qweer by the way, but most people call be Static or Stat."
OOC Notes
(Well, just ignore this abominal post, and just saying to the viewers that the two posts before this exact post need to be switched.)
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"Nice to meet you Chef." Adrian noticed his ridgid body posture. "Oh if you're wondering where I got this pencil. It was in my daggars case." She wondered how she could find out where they where. When suddenly she remembered something. She snapped her fingers and said "Ahah!" Squating down she placed a hand palm down on the ground. She looked stright forward and nothing happened. "Huh nothing happened."
She shrugged her shoulders and started writing again. This time though she was writing math equations. When she finished with that she wrote another poem.
I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way
My hair is all in tangles
My eyes are filled with tears
I wipe the warm tears away
As if trying to rid myself of my fears
I'm ashamed of what I have done
But it hurts me even more
I can't make myself stop doing it
Even though I know what's in store
It has taken over my mind
It is eating away at my soul
My throat burns with anger
While my stomach growls even more
I am still looking in the mirror
Yet I don't know who I see
All that I know
Is this sad sight couldn't be me
I grip the edge of the counter
So tightly that my knuckles turn white
I want to scream out in anger
At this ugly sight
It's your fault I hiss
That I do this to myself
If only you didn't look this way
I would be in better health
I cover the image in the mirror
With the palm of my hand
And notice a cut on my finger
That I never knew I had
I grab my hand in anger
Or is it more like fright
I'm just so shocked
To see this sight
I laugh and then I cry
Then crumble to the floor
Suddenly aware of my problem
Like I never was before
How did this happen to me?
How did I become a statistic?
I thought that I was strong,
I thought I was better than that
My head throbs in anger
My throat burns with pain
My finger loses a drop of blood
And Nothing is what I have gained
She shrugged her shoulders and started writing again. This time though she was writing math equations. When she finished with that she wrote another poem.
I stand in front of the mirror
And wipe the fog away
My vision is still hazy
From ridding myself this way
My hair is all in tangles
My eyes are filled with tears
I wipe the warm tears away
As if trying to rid myself of my fears
I'm ashamed of what I have done
But it hurts me even more
I can't make myself stop doing it
Even though I know what's in store
It has taken over my mind
It is eating away at my soul
My throat burns with anger
While my stomach growls even more
I am still looking in the mirror
Yet I don't know who I see
All that I know
Is this sad sight couldn't be me
I grip the edge of the counter
So tightly that my knuckles turn white
I want to scream out in anger
At this ugly sight
It's your fault I hiss
That I do this to myself
If only you didn't look this way
I would be in better health
I cover the image in the mirror
With the palm of my hand
And notice a cut on my finger
That I never knew I had
I grab my hand in anger
Or is it more like fright
I'm just so shocked
To see this sight
I laugh and then I cry
Then crumble to the floor
Suddenly aware of my problem
Like I never was before
How did this happen to me?
How did I become a statistic?
I thought that I was strong,
I thought I was better than that
My head throbs in anger
My throat burns with pain
My finger loses a drop of blood
And Nothing is what I have gained
OOC Notes
Gibari looked thunderstruck as he listened to the girl, for Gibari it was a bit of an overload of deep thoughts. With the realisation that she also was as far as him with figuring out where they are he spoke: "Well, my name is Gibari, nice to meet you." That was about all his mind could piece together as fodder for conversation, but it didn't matter to him he had someone to calm down still.
Gibari turned to Chef and with a broad grin on his face he said: "You got me, I am a murderer and to make matters worse I cook and eat my victims. But since you aren't a fish or some type of edible seaplant you shouldn't fear me... With all seriousness, the reason why I think that our captor is our mutual enem is that he placed all of us.." Gibari pointed towards all of the poeple in the room. "...Are set captive in this white box without an exit, to add to the suspicion the captor seems to have stolen my most valued belonging, in fact the only thing I have on me to defend myself with. also it seems we were forcefully brought to this place, which strenghtens the idea that something isn't right. So if you still feel the need to be supersticious to me, then I'll point you out that for the time being I just want to get the hell out of this friggin' room alive!"
Gibari takes a deep breath and suddenly realises something. "Come to think of it... I've had the urge to smash these walls ever since I woke up, maybe its worth the try." He walks to the nearest wall that isn't filled with words, since he figured that it would be rude to smash that work appart after someone having put effort in it, and begins pounding the walls with his bare fists hoping the wall would give in.
Gibari turned to Chef and with a broad grin on his face he said: "You got me, I am a murderer and to make matters worse I cook and eat my victims. But since you aren't a fish or some type of edible seaplant you shouldn't fear me... With all seriousness, the reason why I think that our captor is our mutual enem is that he placed all of us.." Gibari pointed towards all of the poeple in the room. "...Are set captive in this white box without an exit, to add to the suspicion the captor seems to have stolen my most valued belonging, in fact the only thing I have on me to defend myself with. also it seems we were forcefully brought to this place, which strenghtens the idea that something isn't right. So if you still feel the need to be supersticious to me, then I'll point you out that for the time being I just want to get the hell out of this friggin' room alive!"
Gibari takes a deep breath and suddenly realises something. "Come to think of it... I've had the urge to smash these walls ever since I woke up, maybe its worth the try." He walks to the nearest wall that isn't filled with words, since he figured that it would be rude to smash that work appart after someone having put effort in it, and begins pounding the walls with his bare fists hoping the wall would give in.
OOC Notes
White. Completely null of any color anywhere, it was almost as if a cloud through up all over the place. The room was so bright it was almost nauseating, it was almost a bit eerie, the lack of an environment. As she slowly propped herself up against the corner of the box like area in which she was in she surveyed the room - she was not alone. None of the faces were familiar, though they were all in this room so they could only be considered of no harm in her mind at the time being. Her long pink hair was slightly messy, as if she had moved around in her forced slumber, and she seemed slightly paler than normal, though she assumed it was because she was looking at her skin against more white. She heard talk of them asking the others where they were, their names, and so forth. At the time, she had no real reason to jump in. For a moment her eyes were drawn to a wall of text on the wall, within is a second she was in front of that wall of text, writing it. Rather, she was just reading it. Upon seeing its words she immediately tapped out of the mind of such person - they would never know she was there, what a depressing poem though.
Annabella yawned quietly, and tried to make herself comfortable if that were even possible. Obviously they were not going to get anywhere anytime soon. She started to feel a bit frustrated in the back of her mind, but shook off the feeling. Panicking was never something that got one anywhere. When she looked at the people around her they all seemed around her age, what sort of abduction was this? She thought of multiple things which could happen from this point in her mind, of course she would try and fight it, the point was that she was already captured, and there was no way to get out of fighting now. There was really a small chance that they were abducted for some non horrible reason, or so she thought.
Annabella yawned quietly, and tried to make herself comfortable if that were even possible. Obviously they were not going to get anywhere anytime soon. She started to feel a bit frustrated in the back of her mind, but shook off the feeling. Panicking was never something that got one anywhere. When she looked at the people around her they all seemed around her age, what sort of abduction was this? She thought of multiple things which could happen from this point in her mind, of course she would try and fight it, the point was that she was already captured, and there was no way to get out of fighting now. There was really a small chance that they were abducted for some non horrible reason, or so she thought.
OOC Notes
(Narrative response.)
The walls were being victimized by the ruthless pummeling of the Gibari. Strangely, it didn't phase. Their were no signs of dents or small fissures. The wall was insanely durable and stayed providing its purpose. To conceal the teens.
(Back to Jake)
Jake's ears perked when hearing the word "murder". He dropped to his knees quickly, starting to untie his shoes. He hesistated when Gibari proceeded with the joke. Jake twitched, he backtracked his actions. He tied his shoelaces with a grimaced look on his face.
Jake observed the poor attempt on smashing the wall. "What are you basically trying to accomplish? You probably can't tear down regular walls, what make you think you can't tear down this fortified wall? I admit that I too can't smash through walls...without objects." Jake smirked when telling a small hint of his secret.
The walls were being victimized by the ruthless pummeling of the Gibari. Strangely, it didn't phase. Their were no signs of dents or small fissures. The wall was insanely durable and stayed providing its purpose. To conceal the teens.
(Back to Jake)
Jake's ears perked when hearing the word "murder". He dropped to his knees quickly, starting to untie his shoes. He hesistated when Gibari proceeded with the joke. Jake twitched, he backtracked his actions. He tied his shoelaces with a grimaced look on his face.
Jake observed the poor attempt on smashing the wall. "What are you basically trying to accomplish? You probably can't tear down regular walls, what make you think you can't tear down this fortified wall? I admit that I too can't smash through walls...without objects." Jake smirked when telling a small hint of his secret.
OOC Notes
Gibari looked at Chef with a load of ingorance. "Everyone would be able to smash a wall with a sledgehamer, if you didn't know that. But I can smash a normal wall with only my brute power without tools. This wall is something difrent, it didn't even dent wilst I gave it my all." He sighed and looked around. "Somewhere there has to be something, we were placed inside here so there has to be an exit somewhere." He said with a minor annoyance in his voice.
He walked all around the room looking for anything out of place or somewhere that seems to be difrent. But after searching the entire room he gives up and sits down against one of the walls and shakes his head. "Does anyone has some cards? Or something else to kill time?" He asked followed by a sigh.
He walked all around the room looking for anything out of place or somewhere that seems to be difrent. But after searching the entire room he gives up and sits down against one of the walls and shakes his head. "Does anyone has some cards? Or something else to kill time?" He asked followed by a sigh.
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Alexis let out a soft groan. Coming awake, he could hear noise. That wasn't uncommon, seeing as he always went to sleep with his radio on. But this sounded a bit more like people arguing and yelling. He frowned in his coming-awake state. He didn't listen to screamo or a station with annoying talk-shows. He usually went to sleep with alternative rock.
He was starting to become a little more aware of his surroundings, enough to know he was no longer in his bed... had he rolled out of it? No... his floor was carpeted. He ran a had through his messy hair and opened his eyes. Nor was his ceiling white. He hummed in annoyance. Kidnapping? Oh, they'd be sorry. He was laying close to a wall, so he barely gave any of the others any attention as he stood up. He stretched his arm out so it was fully straight and angled a bit down, and focused. Almost immediately shadows danced around his hand and a scythe formed in it.
He brought the scythe over his head and slashed it across the wall with a loud "hiya!" It left a long slash in the wall, but did nothing productively. The wall was stronger than he suspected.
"Well that was pointless." he said, his voice as low and haunting as always. The scythe returned to the shadows and he sat back down on the ground, staring at the slash in the wall quietly.
He was starting to become a little more aware of his surroundings, enough to know he was no longer in his bed... had he rolled out of it? No... his floor was carpeted. He ran a had through his messy hair and opened his eyes. Nor was his ceiling white. He hummed in annoyance. Kidnapping? Oh, they'd be sorry. He was laying close to a wall, so he barely gave any of the others any attention as he stood up. He stretched his arm out so it was fully straight and angled a bit down, and focused. Almost immediately shadows danced around his hand and a scythe formed in it.
He brought the scythe over his head and slashed it across the wall with a loud "hiya!" It left a long slash in the wall, but did nothing productively. The wall was stronger than he suspected.
"Well that was pointless." he said, his voice as low and haunting as always. The scythe returned to the shadows and he sat back down on the ground, staring at the slash in the wall quietly.
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Annabella's eyes immediately narrowed. One of the teens had awoken and slashed the wall with a scythe of pure darkness, it could only be assumed now that they were all the same. It was possible that they were all similar in the way that they all harnessed some sort of ability which made them targets to be abducted in the first place. But what were their abilities trapped in this room of nothingness which seemed to not be able to be penetrated? She saw the scythe leave little to no damage on the wall and thought to herself, who would want a bunch of teenagers like us? She then sighed, stupid question. She was curious as to how everyone managed to get caught, even herself, she should have seen it coming before it even happened. But no, she didn't see this coming, she didn't see herself being abducted, but why?
She remembered one of the asking if the others had cards, or something to pass the time. But she thought to herself, why would anyone keep something like that with them? "We probably aren't getting out of here until our abductors, or whatever you want to call them, come get us." Which then made her think of something, "Unless they are actually waiting to see if we can force our way out, but it doesn't seem like it." She tapped into the mind of the boy whom had the scythe, now seeing that miniscule scratch, which was as she thought. She tapped out, she was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable among these people now, not knowing what they were capable of, though mister scythe seemed to not have any intention to slash anyone to do death, that was good. Or for now.
She remembered one of the asking if the others had cards, or something to pass the time. But she thought to herself, why would anyone keep something like that with them? "We probably aren't getting out of here until our abductors, or whatever you want to call them, come get us." Which then made her think of something, "Unless they are actually waiting to see if we can force our way out, but it doesn't seem like it." She tapped into the mind of the boy whom had the scythe, now seeing that miniscule scratch, which was as she thought. She tapped out, she was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable among these people now, not knowing what they were capable of, though mister scythe seemed to not have any intention to slash anyone to do death, that was good. Or for now.
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Adrian froze because as fast as lightning a girl, who earlier had been lying down, leapt up and read her poems. Then some boy jumps up and slashed the wall her poem had ben on with a sword. "Ok buddy I don't know who you think you are but that was my poem. Wait… did you just make that sword out of thin air?" she asked in amazement.
"Maybe that could help us get out of here. What you think chef?"
(sorry it's so short I can't think of anything)
"Maybe that could help us get out of here. What you think chef?"
(sorry it's so short I can't think of anything)
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Alexis jolted when he was confronted by one of the teens. He stared at for a moment in surprise than looked back at the wall. His narrow slash mark was cut right through what looked like writing. Now he realized what it was and he shifted nervously where he sat before standing up. He stared at her for another few minutes, acting nervous. He didn't usually talk since his voice sounded so creepy. He hated the startled look people usually gave him.
"Sorry..." he murmured softly, trying to speak as softly as possible. However, it pretty much made his voice sound creepier than usual. "It's a scythe..." He held his hands out palms up and the shadows danced around them again before forming into the scythe again. He held it out for her to observe better. "And it didn't really do much good, I could slash away for hours and it wouldn't do any good..."
His face was starting to heat up from embarrassment, so he summoned the shadows around him to make his cloak, pulling the hood up over his head to hide his reddened cheeks.
"Sorry..." he murmured softly, trying to speak as softly as possible. However, it pretty much made his voice sound creepier than usual. "It's a scythe..." He held his hands out palms up and the shadows danced around them again before forming into the scythe again. He held it out for her to observe better. "And it didn't really do much good, I could slash away for hours and it wouldn't do any good..."
His face was starting to heat up from embarrassment, so he summoned the shadows around him to make his cloak, pulling the hood up over his head to hide his reddened cheeks.
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"That sycthe-" Jake retreated back a few steps. His legs shaked when noticing the teen summon a melee. Jake gritted his teeth, the sycthe scraped the side of the wall, producing a scratchy sound. Jake watched the teen force the weapon to disappear from his palm. He never actually witness magic like this. Jake didn't feel comfortable spotting blackness consume the weapon.
"Are you evil?" Jake quizzed. Scythe and darkness usally add to being something menacing. Jake knelt down, ready to untie his shoes at any momment.
"Are you evil?" Jake quizzed. Scythe and darkness usally add to being something menacing. Jake knelt down, ready to untie his shoes at any momment.
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Adrian saw the boy totally freak out. She sighed and knelt down next to him. "Hey sorry I blew up at you. It's just a bunch of words anyway." She put her hand out, "My names Adrian Qweer but you can call me Static or Stat." She said sheepishly rubbing her arm all the while. "So what's the difference between a sword and a scythe?" she asked curiously.
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Annabella smiled a bit as she saw the boy mask his face after she caught him blushing. It was rather cute but she didn't want to say anything to embaress him further. He seemed nervous and completely uncomfortable, but she wasn't sure how to make him feel better, or anyone here for that matter which made her feel a bit useless. Her thoughts were interrupted as soon as one of the other teens backed up, seeming afraid of the boy, or the weapon, or both. "Are you evil?" he said, looking somewhat confused. Annabella realized he looked like he might lash out and got up, walking in front of the scythe boy. She hadn't been paying attention to names which were announced earlier. "He's not evil, not what you are thinking at least." For a second she got into head, whatever was up with his shoes she didn't know, but he had a large amount of focus on the boy, though she now saw herself through his eyes, blocking the boy from much view. Her eyes were pure black, no pupils, nothing. "And fighting amongst eachother would not be productive right now." She was now back into her own body, she would see anything this boy wanted to do before it happened, whether she could prevent it was always questionable.
"So look here, we have to be all the same correct?" she said, reffering to them having some special ability of sorts. "Don't do anything rash." Ana said in a dark but playful voice, only to be forced back by Anabella, who had no idea what was just said by her so called other self. Annabella sat down next to the scythe boy, "Do you do that a lot?" she said, reffering to the cloak like hood over his face. "Oh and I wasn't really listening earlier, I didn't catch everyone's names.." she mumbled. "I'm Annabella, but you can call me Eyes, sometimes though...I go by Ana..." she trailed off. She wanted to make nice with this person as he seemed so nervous or uneasy and obviously hated on by the other person just near her. She also saw the person whom had written the poems introduce themselves, sitting on the opposite end of the boy. She wondered if he felt crowded by them. "Hmm."
(This was intended to be posted before Rebal's post x_X')
"So look here, we have to be all the same correct?" she said, reffering to them having some special ability of sorts. "Don't do anything rash." Ana said in a dark but playful voice, only to be forced back by Anabella, who had no idea what was just said by her so called other self. Annabella sat down next to the scythe boy, "Do you do that a lot?" she said, reffering to the cloak like hood over his face. "Oh and I wasn't really listening earlier, I didn't catch everyone's names.." she mumbled. "I'm Annabella, but you can call me Eyes, sometimes though...I go by Ana..." she trailed off. She wanted to make nice with this person as he seemed so nervous or uneasy and obviously hated on by the other person just near her. She also saw the person whom had written the poems introduce themselves, sitting on the opposite end of the boy. She wondered if he felt crowded by them. "Hmm."
(This was intended to be posted before Rebal's post x_X')
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Alexis looked from one teen to another, dread forming in the pit of his stomach. Evil. They thought he was evil. His body was starting to tremble slightly. The girls seemed friendly... sort of, at least. He could barely make sense of the situation, let alone with all the commotion. He sunk back down to the ground, staring at the scythe again. It melted back into shadows before forming a knight's sword. "That's the difference," he said, glancing at Static. With a small sigh, the weapon melted into the shadows and didn't reform.
He sat there for a while watching the other girl curiously. She was sticking up for him, and he almost jumped when she sat down beside him. When she spoke to him, he gave her a shy look and nodded. "When I get nervous... I feel as though it helps me blend into the shadows a bit and keep attention off myself..." He frowned and looked around the white room. "Kinda does the opposite here though..." With a sigh, the cloak melted back into the shadows. "I uhm..." He scratched his cheek nervously. "My name is Alexi..." he trailed off, blushing more and pulling his knees up to his chest, burying his face in them. "R-reaper. Call me Reaper..."
((Sorry about my writing being a bit choppy. xD I'm having issues getting my thoughts together.))
He sat there for a while watching the other girl curiously. She was sticking up for him, and he almost jumped when she sat down beside him. When she spoke to him, he gave her a shy look and nodded. "When I get nervous... I feel as though it helps me blend into the shadows a bit and keep attention off myself..." He frowned and looked around the white room. "Kinda does the opposite here though..." With a sigh, the cloak melted back into the shadows. "I uhm..." He scratched his cheek nervously. "My name is Alexi..." he trailed off, blushing more and pulling his knees up to his chest, burying his face in them. "R-reaper. Call me Reaper..."
((Sorry about my writing being a bit choppy. xD I'm having issues getting my thoughts together.))
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"I'm not buying it." Jake ignorantly commented. "Your opinon won't change my actions. I'm pretty sure I'm right this time." Jake haulted his actions for a moment. He gazed at the girl's eyes, her eyes showed no existence of anytype of colored pupils. Jake glared down at his sneakers again. Maybe this girl is evil too? She doesn't have any pupils! She must be evil! She defends the dark teen, so they must be in cahoots!
He pulled his skull back up immediatly. He froze in place hearing the alerting word "reaper." Jake gulped down his frightened expression. His eyes now gave off a vibe of seriousness. The metal slip shall atleast give me some encouragement. He pressed against his stomach as it began to grumble. "We are going to have a quick snack, metabolism." Jake whispered quietly.
Maybe this girl is evil too? She doesn't have any pupils! She must be evil! She defends the dark teen, so they must be in cahoots! Jake was deep in thought, he finished untying his shoes. He pulled them off sucessfully.
(For Anbella:
In five seconds, Jake will pull out a metal sheet from his sneaker and imput it into his mouth.)
He pulled his skull back up immediatly. He froze in place hearing the alerting word "reaper." Jake gulped down his frightened expression. His eyes now gave off a vibe of seriousness. The metal slip shall atleast give me some encouragement. He pressed against his stomach as it began to grumble. "We are going to have a quick snack, metabolism." Jake whispered quietly.
Maybe this girl is evil too? She doesn't have any pupils! She must be evil! She defends the dark teen, so they must be in cahoots! Jake was deep in thought, he finished untying his shoes. He pulled them off sucessfully.
(For Anbella:
In five seconds, Jake will pull out a metal sheet from his sneaker and imput it into his mouth.)
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Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
Hey Lionleaves since you kicked Cadell out are you looking for another character?
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
It at least means one less cannon character is getting beat up by orignals. See it as a victory for the Joker fans out there.
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
Playing a canon character doens't mean I have no credibility. Too bad. :/
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
No, I would prefer you don't. I want to see some creativity from my roleplayers.
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
Just saw this, I pretty much like DC Universe. ^^
Is this original-characters only? since the Titans are part of the DC Universe, I though I would ask to play as The Joker, if possible. thanks. ^^
Is this original-characters only? since the Titans are part of the DC Universe, I though I would ask to play as The Joker, if possible. thanks. ^^
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
Reinforced Rhenium Diboride. Reinforced means it'll recover over time.
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
wow this filled and started faster then the lasty one. crap....................I'll put in my but by now i see that its fulll but maybe I can get in sone other way.
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Ah I just wanted to say, maybe i wasn't clear and I am sorry.
Rebel my character went nowhere near you, and is in fact still sitting against the wall. What basically happened was she got into your mind and read your poem - as you, while writing it. It's something that people aren't really supposed to know is happening, due to she doesn't control in any way, she is sort of just there.
But yeah, for future reference for whenever i do that lol, I believe she just did it to reaper to get a closer look at the damage he did as well.
Also, I am so sorry for my extremely short posts, I don't have much to go on at the moment, I will make them longer when more stuff starts happening XD.
Rebel my character went nowhere near you, and is in fact still sitting against the wall. What basically happened was she got into your mind and read your poem - as you, while writing it. It's something that people aren't really supposed to know is happening, due to she doesn't control in any way, she is sort of just there.
But yeah, for future reference for whenever i do that lol, I believe she just did it to reaper to get a closer look at the damage he did as well.
Also, I am so sorry for my extremely short posts, I don't have much to go on at the moment, I will make them longer when more stuff starts happening XD.
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
Elite and One-wing, you can go ahead and be guest characters though your starter appearance will have to come out in the later episodes. Like when the titans met Aqua-lad, or Speedy. You guys can be villians. I do have a current villian that I already established in the first episode if you guys want to have a go on controlling him. "Him" actually has two playable parts.
Re: [OOC] Teen Titans:Second Gen
A main villain or 2 doesn't sound like a bad idea to me, but you'll at least need a difrent skeleton of the char sheets. And of course the support of the GM, but that is quite standart.
