The Deserted Sandbox

The Deserted Sandbox

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A private sandbox for Jynxii and Scoreness. This is a 1x1 to welcome him to the website.

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As you can see, there's a lot of coding that goes into building a character sheet and making your post "look nice". If you go digging through the forums on the website, you'll be able to read all about the different things RPG offers it's new rpers.

For instance, you should start by checking out the Welcome Guide. This link will take you to the forum page that we direct all of our New Arrivals to. You should also check out the Roleplay Academy for learning the basics of rp on RPG (Roleplay Gateway).

Once you've scanned that over, you should have most of your questions answered. Go ahead and take a gander now, I'll wait.

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Back already? Great! So now that you've got a better idea of what you're in for, go ahead and fill in that character sheet I sent you. Let's say that our setting is a deserted island and your character has crash-landed, very Cast-Away like. In your character sheet, you will describe who your character is. What they look like, what they like, don't like, and where they come from. With this established, you're prepared to take them anywhere. For us, it will be that deserted island I talked about earlier-- where we've managed to get our lifeboat to.

I should mention all writing, unless otherwise stated by the GM, is done in third person... but I'm sure you read about that on the Welcome forum, right? Right? Yeah.

Once you have your character submitted, we can move on to posting and practice-rping. So go ahead, submit someone! I, like many GMs, prefer real face-claims over Anime ones, but some role plays do use Anime faceclaims. After you've picked a Face-Claim (or reserved one of the given ones in a more standard set-up) you move on to working with BBCode to create the look you want on your profile. I've provided a code for you, but to understand it better, give this a read to learn about BBCoding to be able to spruce it up how you'd like it without being stuck to just the one outline I've provided. You'll use this same coding to decorate your posts how you'd like.

Onward and upward, to the OOC tab!

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The rules for the piece are as follows:

1) This is a private rp, for exploring and teaching.
2) Stick with me, kid. We'll go places.

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 2 authors

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Character Portrait: Lizzie Character Portrait: Lucas Bellinger

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The sun.
Air.
Wet.
Cold.

Alone.

Lizzie slowly opened her eyes, nearly blinded by the ringing in her head. The sound of the ocean.

Where am I?

With a low groan she pulled herself up, noticing first that there was a billow of smoke in the distance. White smoke.

What happened?

Over the distance of the roaring sea at her feet, a large cloud of smoke rolled up from the wreckage of the plane. Off to her right, a deflated lifeboat was caught and tangled upon the rocks. Her white, lacy tanktop was soaked through, revealing her modest granny-style bra. It was comfortable, good for traveling in. Not really meant to be seen, actually. Fuck.

Crossing her arms over her chest, for modest and due to the chill on her skin, she slowly staggered toward the bright yellow boat turned into a sad-looking, deflated balloon. It was more of a tarp now, really. "Damnit." She turns around, looking for any signs of life. A few luggage bags had floated to shore, but otherwise she couldn't see anyone. "Hello?!"Her voice echoed over the beach, sounding smaller than she had hoped. "Hello!"She tries again. Still, no answer.

Cursing under her breath, she trudges through the wet sand, cursing herself for not wearing jeans instead of shorts, or running shoes instead of fashion sandals. She leans down to the luggage washing up nearest to her, pulling them further onto the sand out of the water into a pile. When she had finished, she had gathered a grand total of five suitcases, three bookbags and two packages. None of her things were among the wreckage.

She stood staring at her pile for a long moment before a sob finally bubbled up. Angry, she begins to pace. It only lasts for three laps around her pile before she slips in the sand on her wet sandals and lands ass-first into the sand. Then came the tears.

Little did she know, that just on the other side of the rock formation the bright yellow lifeboat was clinging to... was someone else on the island; another survivor.

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Burning.
A sharp burning sensation arising in Lucas' throat. He was trying to breath but...nothing.

Lucas shot up and began to cough violently, with a bitter taste of brine being left behind as a few gulps of salt water exited through his windpipe. Reaching up to rub his eyes, Lucas right hand came back into his vision covered in red. He began to notice the sharp pain above his right eyebrow and rubbed it again with his right hand. There was a sizable gash that was slowly oozing blood. Carefully, Lucas took off his shirt and made a makeshift bandana with it, trying to staunch the bleeding.

Wait a second...what the hell am I doing?

Lucas had just been doing these things as if it were second nature, but now he actually began to take in his surroundings. A beach?

And then he finally saw it, out in the water. The wreckage of the plane he was a passenger on. He continued to scan the shore and saw the deflated yellow lifeboat a few hundred meters away from him, clinging onto some dull-grey rocks. Behind him was a lush green scene, with different trees sprouting out just beyond the sand. Directly in front of him were a few bags of luggage from the plane and, oddly enough, two of those little peanut packets they would give out.

Lucas tried to stand up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to his head and wound. Thinking of what the next course of action should be, he tried called out to see if there were any other survivors. "Hello?! There was no response. He slowly walked over to the tide, pocketing the few bags of peanuts and leaving the rest of the stuff which was probably soaked. Now he began to notice the weather, specifically how cold it was. The water droplets springing from the surf stung him. Lucas now began to realize that going shirtless to stop his wound wasn't the best idea. He only had on a pair of shorts and some tan boat shoes, with no socks.

Shivering, Lucas decided to make his way toward the life raft, hoping he could do something with the bright yellow rubber, or at least have it as a piece for shelter. It was hard to climb up and over the rocks, but eventually he made it to the lifeboat. He decided with his elevated position to call out again.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

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Character Portrait: Lizzie Character Portrait: Lucas Bellinger

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Dialogue: #E4287C
Location: Eastside Beach
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"Hello? Anyone here?"

The sound of someone else snapped her head up from where it had fallen onto her knees in despair. Red-rimmed eyes searched to the left first, seeing no one. The right, however, revealed the image of a shirtless guy.

Now normally, this could have prompted a number of different reactions from the ballerina, but in this moment, only one: relief.

"Hello?" It's tentative at first, afraid he might be a figment of her imagination. "Hello?!" Stronger now as she scrambles to her feet with the realization that he is, in fact, not in her head, but rather... stealing what was left of the life raft?!

In a tangle of usually graceful limbs, she struggles her way over toward him. "Oh, thank god, you found me! Are you with the search crew? What happened?" As she gets closer, she slows, realizing that his shirt was tied about his head, concealing what looked to be something bleeding. "Oh, fuck. Are you alright? Shit.... SHIT. You're not with the... fuck," she hisses, angry and frustrated all at once.

"L-Listen, um... where... where you on flight 298? Are.... is there anyone else?" There's a strained helplessness in her voice that begs for him to give her anything to cling to, any sort of information that might tell her something other than what her eyes were. She moves a little closer, attempting to look past him in hopes of seeing a beach full of other washed-up random people from the flight. To her dismay, beyond him was only more beach, and more washed up luggage. The disappointment is writ clearly over her face as her features fall.

It only lasts for a moment before she's clearing her throat and turning her gaze back onto him. "They probably washed up... somewhere further down the beach." Yeah... that was it. "Your head looks pretty bad... I pulled some luggage from the water, I... um... let me see if there's anything in there that could help." And without waiting for permission she's turning from him, with the determination of a person that needs to be busy in a time of crisis.

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Why didn't he think to check the other beach?

As he checked out the life raft, he was somewhat bum-rushed by a young lady that seemed a little hysterical. She began to talk to him and shortly thereafter he heard a string of curses...but Lucas was starting to feel a bit dizzy. Then somehow he heard her mention their flight number. "Y-yeah...yeah...flight 298. That's what I was on," he manages to eek out, crouching down and clutching at his head.

If this were any other situation, Lucas would be quite embarrassed and shy in front of this girl in front of him. Both of them were soaked, he was shirtless, and her shirt was see-through. But he shook his head clear for just a moment. "I'm happy to see another person here. We should try to see if we can find some other people on the other side of the beach...like you...like you said," He said, somewhat trailing off at the end and rubbing his head at the wound. The blood had already began to seep through his shirt-bandana.

The girl said that she was going to get something to help his wound and Lucas waved after her as he tried to stand up. His left hand was clutched to his forehead as he thought about what to do next.

Okay, so things that were going right: Stuck on beach with cute girl, life raft somewhat intact, luggage washed ashore, and he was alive.

Things that were going wrong: Everything else.

Lucas pondered and began to climb the rocks down to go to the girl when his head started pounding. This was bad. He had to reach the one other person that had found him, that was his one and only goal right now. She could help brainstorm what they could-- THUD! Lucas fell face first into the sand, with the salt-water licking at his nose.

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Character Portrait: Lizzie Character Portrait: Lucas Bellinger

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꧁ L I Z Z I E ꧂

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Dialogue: #E4287C
Location: Eastside Beach
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"Y-yeah...yeah...flight 298. That's what I was on." Lizzie stares at him for a moment, probably longer than she might normally have. Maybe it was taking her an extra moment or so to process things. Is this a dream?

The guy was still talking, but she only zones back in to hear the last bit of what he was saying. "other people on the other side of the beach...like you...like you said." "Okay." Her mind was everywhere, but at the forefront was: stay busy. Don't go into shock. Don't completely lose your shit.

She is mid-search through the luggage when she comes across a cotton dress among the water-soaked items. It's dark red, but she can't tell if that's due to the water or if the dress is usually that color. She grabs the fabric in both hands and attempts to rip it in half, much akin to what she's seen in plenty of tv shows and films. The fabric goes taunt immediately and the force she expends nearly sends her falling over... but the fabric remains intact. You've got to be shitting me..

An exasperated sigh warns of the next response she has; which is to say, she flails the fabric around, pulling with her feet and tugging with her teeth in opposite directions in more desperate attempts to get the cotton to rip. Eventually she gives up with a low groan of annoyance.

Back into the bags she goes, digging for something... anything... that would be sharp enough to give her a start on the fabric so that she could use it to bandage the guy's head.

SPLASH

She turns around, looking over her shoulder. At first she doesn't see him, and when she does, she's cussing like a sailor under her breath and stumble-flailing from her seat in the sand toward him. "Fuck, fuck... shit... SHIT, please... Hey, man... Hey.." she attempts to drag his head up onto her lap so that his nose is away from the water. [color=#E4287C]"It only takes, like, a teaspoon or some shit to drown in, you know.. fuck.. Oh, god, please don't be dead.." She almost sobs as she struggles to get her arms beneath his underarms. If successful, she begins to try and tug him up the beach. It's slow, sloppy, and she sounds like a hog in heat with all her grunting and moaning in her attempts to drag his form along the sand and back up onto the dunes.

Only once she has drug him over to her little pile of wreckage does she lay him down, his head propped up against one of the washed-ashore bookbags. She hovers over him for a moment, making sure he's breathing, before she goes back to searching in the bags.

After ten minutes of searching through the bags..

Lizzie has wrapped Lucas' head in the blue dress- having given up on cutting it into strips. Instead, she's used a belt to secure the entire lumpy-thing to his head. She takes a moment longer to ensure he's still breathing and then she sets off into the treeline. The sun is a warm orange on the horizon, the first warning that night is approaching.

Night has set.

Lizzie comes from the treeline with a canteen strapped to her waist and several thick banana leaves drug behind her. She sets about pulling fallen bamboo poles together to lean them against one of the rocks that sit in the treeline just as the ground turns to sand. Once the poles are in place, she begins the tedious task of moving the luggage from the beach into the small lean-to she's made. Aside from Lucas and the backpack, the deflated, bright-yellow raft is the last thing she grabs. She drags it from the rocks to the lean-to and struggles for a good ten minutes to get the plastic over the bamboo poles. Just in time, it would seem, because no sooner does she get the raft situated than she hears a loud clap of thunder overhead.

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She doesn't have time to get to Lucas before the rain starts coming down, and hard. By whatever strength she has left, she manages to drag his body under the lean, the backpack that was under his head now on her back. The lean is small, not even enough room to sit up in, so she has to drag his body across her own to get him under the make-shift roof. Lightening splits over the water, and seconds later another clap of thunder shakes the treeline. She curls up the lips of the deflated raft, using rocks to make a lip on the bottom so that the water from the rain could catch on the plastic. All shit she'd seen in movies, but never, in a million years, had she expected to have to use herself.



Another bolt of lightening and crack of thunder.

She scampers into the lean, shaking and trembling. It was freezing, between the rain and the wind from the beach. The lean provided shelter from the wind and rain from two sides. The third side was held up by the wall of luggage. Banana leaves would act as their blanket for the night, as Liz draped them over Lucas' legs, waist, and chest. She saves only two for herself, using them over her legs and chest. She falls asleep surprisingly fast, probably due to exhaustion.

At some point in the middle of the night, she rolls over toward Lucas and curls up into him- using his body heat for warmth. She doesn't seem to notice or care that each of them are covered in sand and smell of exhaustion and desperation.

When the sun rises in the morning, there's a few downed trees from the storm but otherwise the beach is unchanged. Birds have the nerve to chirp merrily in the tree-tops, as though all is right in the world. Lizzie is knocked out cold, in a dead sleep as she snores lightly on Lucas' chest, one leg draped over his waist, one arm wrapped over his chest.

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Hey! I'd like to reserve Castaway 2, please! I'd like to use the FC: Lily Collins, if that's alright?

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As you can see, I've used a gif that clearly shows the FC (facelcaim)'s face. As a personal preference, I like to use gifs that fit with the setting and style of the roleplay. For example, I would not pick gifs from Lily Collins playing Snow White, because her outfits, makeup and overall style don't match with the setting (for us, a deserted island in a modern-day, post-plane crash) or character I'm going to be writing about.

It's something to keep in mind when you're looking to make your character blend into the lore and setting of whatever story you're joining.

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Alrighty! So this is the OOC board. This is where you would come to reserve a character, which are usually listed on that main page you just came from. If no face-claim is listed, then you would offer your face-claim here in your reservation to join the role play.

So, go ahead and post here your reservation! It should include a greeting, the role you'd like.. for us, let's say "Castaway 1"... and the faceclaim you would like to use. I will post a reservation like someone else would, to give you an example.

People usually like to reserve with a gif picture of the character they're intending on using-- if one is not provided by the GM. To do this you type [img]to begin your code. Paste the URL of your gif or image. Then, in brackets not quotes, type"/img" to close the code -- this will create the picture. It should look like this:

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A good GM will respond to your reservation request to let you know the spot is either being held for you, or is already taken-- depending on if it's a first-come, first-serve, or an open-application where a GM might accept multiple applications for one role, and pick the 'best' among them.

Once you've reserved your character, start working on the character sheet!