Introduction
The Woods sisters have no recollection of their parents.
The only thing they remember is The Lab and the scientists who treated them like nothing more than things to run tests on.
A year ago, the sisters broke out of the lab and went on the run, deciding they will do anything to keep from going back to The Lab.
Their faces are all over the news, they are on the top of the Most Wanted list, but no one knows the truth about these girls.
All the media knows is that these girls have committed murder as well as numerous other crimes and that they are considered very dangerous.
After a year of running, the girls don't know how much longer they can keep it up, constantly looking over their shoulders.
When they come to the small town of Blue Hill, Maine, population 2,217, they figure it will be the perfect place to settle down and try to blend in.
With what money they have left, they buy a small house on the outskirts of town.
But after growing up in a lab with little to no normal human interaction, what do these girls know about fitting in?
Will they be able to keep a low profile and abide by the towns laws after a year on the run?
Toss in a few local guys and who knows what will happen.
Will the guys figure out who they are?
If they do, will they protect the girls, or turn them over for the reward money, $1,000,000?
Characters
The Triplets
Name: Lindsay Woods | Age: 19 | Oldest of the triplets | Taken by afreerobin
Name: Samantha Woods | Age: 19 | Middle of the triplets | Taken by Renbokoji
Name: Lillian Woods | Age: 19 | Youngest of the triplets | Taken by Annalee2010
The guys
Name: Dare Phillips | Age: 23 | Taken by Blackrider
Name: | Age: 19-23 | Open
Name: Blaise Hartford | Age: 23 | Taken by PsychedOut
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In January, 2013, the Woods sister's were able to escape from The Lab, a secret government facility hidden in the middle of the Mojave Desert. The Lab is the only home they've ever known, and the scientists, the only 'parental' figures they've had. But while normal teenage girls were worrying about high school dances, acing that pop quiz, and trying to climb the ranks of popularity, these three girls were poked, prodded and being made to heighten their mental and physical abilities. The girls were kept in cages, treated like lab rats. One night, there had been a chemical leak in The Lab. All the scientists were ordered to evacuate, not having time to get the girls' out, they locked the cages and left, or so they thought.
One of the cages was not locked completely and the three girls were able to escape. With the scientists running around, trying to control the chemical leak, the girls easily slipped away. Getting out of the dessert was one of the hardest parts of their journey, there were many times the girls wanted to stop, and give up, but they kept going, helping each other to get through the desert. As soon as they escaped the desert, they found the closest town and tried to fit in. The government was too quick for them, their pictures were already all over the news. There were false reports, saying the girls were murderers and highly dangerous.
At first, it was difficult for the girls to fit in, not knowing anything about the real life or how to interact with others, the scientists were never ones to hold conversations. At first, they stuck out like soar thumbs, not able to stay in one place for longer than a few hours before someone would recognize them and they would have to use their powers to get away. The longer they were on the run, they slowly started to adapt, to become street smart. They did what ever was necessary to get by, robbing and stealing when they needed food or money. It didn't take long for them to commit their first murder. Now, the governments' claims may be true, but the girls only did it because they had no other choice.
They changed their appearances so they wouldn't stick out so much, and moved as far away from the Mojave Desert as possible, slowly making their way up to Maine where they came across a town called Blue Hill. Blue hill is a small town located on Blue Hill Bay, population a little more than two thousand. The girls, with what money they had left, bought a small house on the edge of town as well as a cheap run down car. The house, a dilapidated two story home with three bedrooms and two bathrooms, the shutters barely hanging on, paint peeling off the outside of the house, shingles missing from the roof. Their car, is an old beat up, black, 1986 Ford Taurus. They're going to have to adapt quickly to living in this small town, or run the risk of being arrested and sent back to The Lab.
Lillian looked up at the rundown house she and her sisters had just bought. 'It's better than sleeping on the streets,' She thought, projecting the thought to her sisters as she slowly made her way up to the front door, the porch creaking slightly under her feet. She glanced back over her shoulders to make sure her sisters were following her as she reached out and opened the door. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimness of the house, she reached out and fliped on the light switch, watching as the light flickered a few times before coming on and staying on. She glanced around the hallway, seeing a couple wide doorways, one on the left and one on the right, the hallway narrowed toward the end, the staircase taking up half of the hallway, with another door going under the stairs, and a back door at the very end of the hallway. She walked down the hallway, to the two wide doorways, seeing that the living room was on the right and the kitchen/dinning room on the left.
They were able to buy the house furnished. So there was an old couch in the living room with quite a few rips in the upholstery, as well as a coffee table and a small antenna TV. In the kitchen, they had all the necessary appliances, as well as a few others; refrigerator, stove, microwave, even a toaster and a coffee pot. There was also a round table in the middle of the kitchen, to serve as the 'dinning room' table, with a few wobbly looking chairs around it. She slowly walked farther down the hallway, to the door that led under the stairs. She opened it up and looked inside, seeing a small bathroom with just a toilet and a sink. 'The bedrooms must be upstairs,' She thought to herself as she glanced back at her sisters, really hoping they'd like their new home, especially considering they don't really have much of a choice.
Lillian walked back down the hall toward her sisters, 'So, what should we do first?' She asked them in her usual manner. As soon as she asked, her stomach growls loudly. She blushed and giggled quietly, 'Maybe we could go into town? Get some food?' She asked, glancing between her sisters. She was glad that they actually had a place to call 'home' now, she just hoped that they can be 'normal', what ever that was, and stay under the radar. 'I really don't want to go back to that horrible place,' she thought, thinking about The Lab that she and her sisters grew up in.
Having walls to lean up against was nice as she explored the new territory. Looking around the bottom floor, though, there did not seem to be any bedrooms. She immediately let out a loud and exaggerated groan at that realization. "Great. More stairs to deal with just to get some sleep... You don't think we could reorganize things a bit down here, do ya? You know how groggy I am in the mornings and I really don't think stairs and me mesh well even when I'm awake." Again, that ever-present smirk was upon her face, though she was serious about it. She knew she was being a burden here and she absolutely loathed it, but she did have a fair enough point there.
Sam had thrown herself onto the couch within minutes and threw both arms over the back, legs in an open and ultra casual manner. Not like she ever wore skirts for that to matter anyway. Unlike her sisters, she had gone a bit extreme in her attempts to disguise herself. With her already missing an leg and an eye, she had gone the full mile in disguising herself, venturing as far as to add a black streak to her hair that had gone white with experimentation. She wore black pants, one whose leg was obviously more limp the other. She wore a white tanktop with a black coat above it, whose hood was edged by white, soft wool. At the sound of Lillian mentioning food, she reached into her coat pocket and took out the eyepatch she wore when in public and put it on in a heartbeat. "I'm game for some food." Food was totally worth staying on those abominations called crutches for a while. "Can we get some sweets, too? It's been waaaayy too long... And I'm gonna need some smokes soon, too. Down to my last three this pack."
Speaking of Sam the girl said something that caused her to frown. 'Yeah. But hey, I can always carry you Sam. I don't mind. She grinned and gazed closer at the house. The stairs made her grimace. Of course the bed rooms would be on the top floor. This was one of the reasons Lynn wanted a one floor house. 'Maybe we can get a ramp or something.' Of course this was muttered under her breath. She didn't like it when Sam got upset about her...difference.
At that moment Sam threw herself on the couch. Lynn was of course worried she was in pain, but mentioning it would be more harm then good. She tugged on her shirt wad Lillian walked back. Her clothes were baggy and earthy colors. Something bland so she would blend in. Then her youngest sister mentioned food and on cue Sam put on her eye patch. 'Food does sound good doesn't it? I'm sure a quick stop won't hurt. And of course we can get sweets but uh...you know how I feel about smokes Sam.'
Red came here regularly because the food was decent, the people kind, but most importantly of all, the drinks were cheap. Sitting alone atop an old metallic bar stool at the tiny bar on the right side of the room Red let out a deep sigh as he stared down into his glass of amber brown liquid. Another day another dollar and Red had been left pretty worn out from his labor intensive job and it didn't help matters that the man a few seats down from him was berating the bartender for her 'poor service.'
Finally noticing tears in the young girls eyes who'd been serving both he and the ass verbally attacking her Red couldn’t take it anymore, and the three glasses of whiskey he already consumed only fueled his anger. “Hey asshole! Leave the fuckin lady alone!” Red barked as he sprang from his stool, slamming his now empty glass on the wooden bar table. His voice was as rough as he looked and standing at his full height of 5'11 inches he glared angrily at the well dressed diner patron, his well toned muscles already flexing beneath his dirty red flannel shirt. He was ready to swing and judging by the look on the other mans face he knew it.
“Hey! Cut that crap out!” A large portly man in a white apron boomed in a deep voice as he ran over to the bar. “How many times do I gotta tell you to leave the other customers alone?! Am I gonna have to call the police again?”
Throwing his hands up in a 'I give' manner Red quickly retorted“Woah Big Tony lets not go overboard, I was just-” Before Red could finish he was cut off. “Yeah yeah your always 'just' doin somethin” He poked Red with a pudgy finger. “Now sit down and keep quite! Only reason I let you in here is cause your practically responsible for a quarter of the alchohol we sell.” After berating Red in front of the other diners the pudgy man known as 'Big Tony' began apologizing profusely to the man Red had come awfully close to attacking.
With a sigh Red sat back down and ordered another drink.
Lillian glanced between her siblings as they spoke, glad when they both agreed to go out for some food. "And we can look and see if any places are hiring too. We're getting really low on money." She said silently, the words projected right into her sisters' minds. She looked at Lynn who still had the keys to the beat up car they had bought a few states back. "You're driving," She projected to her. Lillian didn't want to learn how to drive, the thought scared her, she was happy just going along for the ride. "I'm sure there has to be some good places in this town to eat." She projected. She hung back a little, waiting for her sisters to lead the way out to the car. Even though she wasn't quite as motherly as Lynn, she still kept an eye out for Sam. She just did it more discreetly.
She hobbled her way out, swinging on her crutches playfully before she approached the stairs. She took them one at a time, slowly, like a child. Then she continued the crutch swinging until she got in the car. She climbed into the backseat and laid her crutches across her lap as she waited for her sisters. She wanted a smoke pretty bad, but knew her sisters also did not enjoy it much. So she made it a point to wait until they went away or were asleep. With their new home and her having her own room, maybe it'd be easier to smoke more frequently. All she knew was that she was dying for one right now.
When her sisters would appear in the car and seat down, she would put one hand on each of their headboards of the seat and lean forward so that her head was up in the front with them. "You think I could get something with bacon for lunch?" For the first time in a while, her blue eyes seemed to light up. "Last time I had it, it was cold and out of the trash. Pretty sure it wasn't good... I wanna try it fresh, you know? And I wanna get some candy too. Maybe something sour this time. I've been wanting to try those!" She was excited. This was the start of her and her sisters getting to live normal lives. To do normal things. To eat proper food and have a chance at being happy... even how disabled she was. She wasn't even sure what kind of jobs she could get with her disabilities. But she'd take what she could get to help her sisters and not feel like such a nuisance. That was the main goal here. Living honestly and independently... without having to kill anymore.
'Bacon?'She asked putting the keys in and pulling out of their small drive way.'I'm sure the dinner has it. That's normal, at least I think so.' After speaking Lynn let out a sigh as the world sped past. This car was a god send for them, and as Lynn was the only one who drove it she made sure to keep it in the best condition she could. It was hard, but the fast travel it gave them was worth it.
'Maybe the dinner has work? Or someone there is looking for three dashing girls?' She chuckled as said dinner came into view, and she took an empty space in the parking lot. Taking the key out, she opened her door, then stepped to Sam's and did the same.
Lillian sat in the car quietly, looking out the window as Lynn drove to town. When they reached the diner, Lilly got out of the car and waited for her sisters before walking into the building with them. She glanced around quickly before spotting an empty table in the corner where they might have some privacy, out of the view most of the patrons. She walked over to the booth and slid in before picking up the menu. "What are you guys going to get?" She asked after a few minutes of looking over the menu, trying to decided what she wanted to get as well.
"I want the BLT club sandwich. And fries. And soda, too. Damn it feels good to be able to eat real food." She was excited and smiling like a doofus, but she spoke low. Statements like that cold arouse suspicion. She covered her face up with the menu as well until she closed it and set it on the table. "This feels good, you know? Just being out. Able to just... relax and eat?" Her small smile was big on her face and genuine as it could have possibly been.
Curiosity would tempt her to look around the diner before the waitress would even get to them. One man in particular sat by himself with a drink in his hand and a pretty impressive beard coming in. She thought he was pretty cool, just based on appearance. Grizzly and tough. However, what she said to her sisters was, "Hey. Look at that guy. He kind of looks like an axe murderer, doesn't he? Careful not to mess with him." She would giggle at her own joke whether they found it funny or not.
She sighed and put the menu down. Her eyes wondered around the dinner as Sam spoke. She was brought to attention by the lone man, drinking. 'Hmm...he's intesting. I'll give him that. Lynn shook her head, and leaned against the seat. 'Well, best not to attract attention. Of an axe murder or not.' These last words were sent to Sam with a frown, although her eyes sparkled in amusement.
Lillian nodded her head at her sisters' choices of meals, continuing to look over the menu. "I'm going to have a cheese burger with onion rings. With Dr. Pepper to drink." She projected to her sisters. Lillian never spoke aloud unless she absolutely had to. From lack of use, her voice was a little raspy. It was just easier for her to communicate silently the way she did. When her Sam mentioned a guy, Lillian followed her line of sight curiously. She couldn't help but to giggle, a hand covering her mouth. "Yeah, he does." She agreed with Sam. A few moments later, the waitress came to take their orders. Lillian glanced at her sisters, hoping one of them would order for her so she wouldn't have to talk. She'd learnt from experience, that strangers freaked out when she projected her thoughts to them, and they were trying to blend in, not stick out.
Sam had noticed her gaze, how quickly it ran away from the girl. Rather than feel insulted, she would smile. "Well, hey there, beautiful." That smile was definitely playful. "I want a BLT sandwich, gimme some fries and a root beer with that too, will you, doll?" She wasn't afraid to call the waitress by names like that. It demanded her attention with the faux flirting, forced her to keep her eyes on Sam. The spotlight that Sam so loved was hers. "The two bombshells here will have a salad," she pointed at Lynn and then at Lillian, "And she'll have a cheeseburger with onion rings and a Dr. Pepper. And that'll be it, gorgeous. Thanks a bunch."
The waitress would get out of there and back to the kitchen ASAP, more than likely weirded out by a small crippled girl tossing compliments at her with the orders. Sam would snicker and turn to her sisters. "I guess she doesn't swing that way. What a shame." It was obvious she was being sarcastic and just enjoyed the attention she got. This was typical of Sam. Flirting with people who would turn their gaze away from her. She would only keep her smirk and check out the 'axe murderer' again, admiring his beard. It was pretty impressive. She liked it. "Think he's a lumberjack or something?"
As the waitress hurried away, obviously flustered by Sam's words, Lynn's gaze when back to the supposed 'axe murderer'. 'Maybe he's just a normal dude with a dashing beard? Or someone from the circus?' She covered her mouth to hide the giggles that treated to burst out.This was something nice. To sit and talk without fear of anyone attacking them, or looking at them in fear.
Lucky yawned as he reached the cereal aisle of the little convenience store. He had just finished his shift at Seaside, and he was looking forward to collapsing on his couch to take a much-needed nap. Absently pulling Reese's Puffs into his basket, he checked his watch. It had been twelve hours since he had been home. The convenience store was near empty, as usual, an Lucky felt free to take his time, seeing as the owner, Claude, did not seem overly eager to get up to check out his one customer. Eighties music rang tinnily through the ancient speakers on the ceiling.
Drifting around the store, Lucky let his eyes wander to the shelf of knick-knacks Claude kept for the occasional tourist that came through Blue Hill. He picked out a postcard to send to his parents and straightened his blue scrubs before moving on to the checkout counter to wait for the elderly shop owner to ring him up.
Lillian placed her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh as Sam flirted with the waitress. The flustered look on the woman's face was priceless. Once the woman left and her sisters' looked once more at the strange man sitting at the bar, Lillian picked up a napkin and started to slowly tear it apart, keeping her hands busy. "Maybe one of us should see if they're hiring here?" She projected, not looking up from the shredded napkin that she continued to tear into smaller pieces, and smaller still until she couldn't tear them anymore. She knew she would have to get used to speaking aloud if they're going to be around regular people a lot, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
Lillian placed her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh as Sam flirted with the waitress. The flustered look on the woman's face was priceless. Once the woman left and her sisters' looked once more at the strange man sitting at the bar, Lillian picked up a napkin and started to slowly tear it apart, keeping her hands busy. "Maybe one of us should see if they're hiring here?" She projected, not looking up from the shredded napkin that she continued to tear into smaller pieces, and smaller still until she couldn't tear them anymore. She knew she would have to get used to speaking aloud if they're going to be around regular people a lot, but she wasn't looking forward to it.
'Can't stay near us can she? Has to go talk to everyone she sees...' Lynn mumbled, moving to rest her head on the table. She didn't mean the words in a rude way, but still Lynn had to wonder, would it be so hard to stay low? All she wanted was to see her sisters safe, and happy.
'Hey Lilly, I need to ask. Do you think we can do this? Jobs and such? I'll take as many as I can to get money but I have no idea if anyone will want Sam. Don't tell her that by the way. And if you're uncomfortable with talking you don't have to get one.' Lynn turned her head so it was facing her youngest sister. It was rare for her to ask questions like this, but with Sam away she could spill her fears about this new life.
Lilly watched Sam as she walked across the room and sat down next to the guy they had been talking about moments before. She sighed quietly, turning her attention to Lynn as she spoke. She frowned slightly at her sister's worries. Lilly swallowed hard, opening her mouth as if to talk, but nothing came out. She swallowed once more and cleared her throat before trying again. "W-we don't have a choice." She said, her voice raspy from years of un-use. "We have to make it work." She added. Speaking out loud was strange for her, it'd been years since she's heard her own voice.
Suddenly though out of the corner of his eye Red noticed the table of three girls behind him shooting giggles and glances his way, in his mind they were probably laughing at his unruly appearance or drunken demeanor. As his fist tightened around his glass in silent anger he did his best to ignore the group, his eyes transfixed on the glass of whiskey in his hand in an effort to take his mind off of his constant nagging anger. He was quickly brought back to reality however by the loud clatter of crutches on counter top.
Curiously he turned to look at the newcomer who was sitting next to him and he immediately recognized her as one of the girls from the table behind him, only he hadn't noticed in the quick glance he'd shot them earlier that the poor girl was missing several limbs and an eye. His face momentarily showed his surprise as he eyed her up and down, however he instantly returned to wearing his almost ever present scowl.
The way she had nudged him and blatantly asked a question that he could tell was honest curiosity and not small talk made him somewhat like her immediately, a fact he wouldn't admit to himself having long ago decided his disdain for most people. Having let out an open chuckle Red quickly downed the remainder of his drink before responding. "Ill tell you that if you tell me if you've ever thought about wearin a peg leg" He asked unafraid in his usual gruff voice, his slightly yellowish cigarette stained teeth grinning behind his beard the whole while. The entire time he waited for a response he stared at her, but not the kind of stare many people would give when faced with a person whose body was so broken, instead he stared at her like she was everyone else in the room-a completely normal person.
'And hey, maybe working at home is a thing? Don't people write books? Or uh, something else?' Lynn took her hand off and when back to leaning on the table. There would be a way to make this work. There had to be. Lynn would make sure of it.
Then, she heard the man speak. She raised her head, and narrowed her eyes at him. Lynn was worried that Sam would do something to anger him, and by the glass held in his hand he was drinking the.same thing some lab workers drank. And it made them act strange.
"I'll be straight with you here, big guy. My sisters and I were over there talking about how much I like your beard. Are you gonna grow it out longer? Maybe get a lumberjack kind of look going on? I think it'd suit ya." She would nod to herself as if confirming her own thoughts. It was a sage-like nod as if it was some great truth revealed. Looking back at him, she would turn her smirk to a softer smile. "So really, how long you been workin' on that thing? I noticed a lot of bearded guys I've seen drink a lot, too. Does that actually help?" Her tone was serious, asking legitimate questions rather than sarcastic retorts.
He found himself absent mindidly nodding along with her as she continued to speak. As he listened his right hand found its way inside the front pocket of his flannel shirt, a pack of Marlboro Reds quickly appearing in his hand. Quickly popping a cigarette into his mouth he proceeded to light the thing with a quick 'Flick" and a "Swish" of an old beat up zippo he had pulled from seemingly out of nowhere. After a particularly long drag off his newly lit cigarette he let the dull gray smoke spill from his mouth, the thick smell of tobacco filling the air around them. A quick skillful shake of his hand was all it took for two or three cigarettes to slightly protrude from the pack he still held in his hand, which he then wordlessly offered to Sam. He was clearly inviting her to a cigarette.
"In all honesty lady Ive lost track, probly been growin this thing a couple years atleast. Kinda just forget its there at this point. As for the alchohol helpin, hell, if that were the case I think I'd be so hairy id look like a damn werewolf at this point." He finally said in response to her question, taking another drag off his cigarette he quickly spoke up again. "So yall from around here?" He asked, nodding his head in the direction of her sisters. "I ask on account of havein not seen any of you around before, aint to big of a town, ya know?"
When he asked about her sisters, she froze up for a second. "I... Yeah." Her tone dropped a bit as she began speaking. "Our parents recently died. In a car accident... They were driving me home from music class and it was pretty rainy and dark. The accident took my leg and my eye. My sisters decided they wanted to get away a bit, find a place to move on..." She had even built up a little waterwork as she told her false story. "We're originally from Connecticut. A few states down, y'know? They wanted to go some place. So I wouldn't be around to see places and blame myself for mom and dad's deaths..." She took a drag off her cigarette, blowing it in the direction of her sisters. "Sorry, big guy... I didn't mean to dump my life's story on you. Heart's still a little weak. It was just a year ago..." She was really hoping her sisters were paying attention to this little story she was making up.
She cleared her throat and pretended to sidetrack herself from her "sorrow." "Anyway. Um. Who is Paul Bunyon? Some famous woodcutter, I presume? Never heard of him before."
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Annalee2010 wrote:Both are reserved ^_^ And no, you don't need all those photos. But I would like at least three, one in each of the sections.
Okay, that's manageable.
What's currently best for the roleplay, the lab-enlisted agent or the cynical, I-hate-the-world type of outcast character? I could do either of them effectively.
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I'm interested in joining this, but I'm rather surprised by the staggering amount of images/GIFs required in character creation. Due to only having a small selection of pictures of the person I want, is it fine if I ignore most of those?
Also, is it fine if I make an agent-type character tasked with hunting down the girls?
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I could also offer first-hand experience with a town of that size. I live and have grown up in a town with a population of 1,174.