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by natno on Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:05 am
Here's the deal. As long as you're a decent writer (grammar, punctuation, spelling are all okay) you may join. If not --and I reserve the right to kick you out-- get out of here. Sorry, but I honestly cannot stand iliteracy on a roleplay website. It makes no sense.
Anyways...the plot. Right.
In the near future (there aren't hovercars or any MAJOR technological advances) humans have come up with a computer system that finds your perfect love. It's sort of like a mega-dating-site almost...except you're recquired to be matched when you're 19. And it's a lot more accurate and you are garunteed happiness. In fact, they're so sure it works that you are bound by law to stay with your match until you die.
Here's where our story begins. As you can imagine girls and guys no longer flirt really. They've lost the need to since they've been assured of a mate later in life. But what happens when one girl, Eponine, comes up with no match? This is supposed to be impossible. Think of her as Clarice from Farenheit 451 or someone who actually spends time outside when others are watching television. Or somebody who goes for walks just because.
So here's the spots that need to be filled:
Eponine: natno
Goal: Find a match. Find out why she didn't have a match.
Government officials:
Goal:They do NOT want Eponine finding a match (you can think of a motive).
Her Match(es):
Goal: To keep her safe and help her solve the mystery.
Other roles such as a friend are absolutely welcomed.
Drake Cross: Ziggyboy
Character Skeleton
Name:
Age:
Matched?:
Orientation:
Role:
Personality:
Image:
Other:
OOC:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/ooc-matchless-t34084.html
Note: I don't need a biography for you character. I'll discover things about them during the roleplay.
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Name:Eponine
Age:19
Matched?:No
Orientation:Straight
Role:Eponine (duh)
Personality:In a word: free. She does not conform to society since it is so boring but she also can see what they're missing and feels sorry for everyone else. She's known for greeting neighbors in the morning and just being friendly.
Image:Coming Soon. She has dark brown, wavy hair and bright green eyes.
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In the beginning it had been a church. A beautiful church with tall, thin spires and granite archways. But now there were black panes were there had once been stained glass and where there had once been crucifixes there were signs pointing her in the direction of Match Office #23. Eponine turned into something that looked like an old altar guild.
The woman behind the desk was plump, had horn rimmed glasses, and wore an atrocious color of red in her hair. Eponine put on a smile, though. She looked nice enough with her welcoming smile and politely clasped hands. The woman made a gesture that Eponine should sit. The girl had barely enough time to pull out a chair before the lady began speaking. She was all business.
"Now, fill out this paperwork, deary. I'll send it through the machine and we'll get your results."
Eponine began scribbling like mad. There were multiple choice questions and essay questions and some even asked her to draw simple pictures. The girl wouldn't have hurried but the woman of office #23 never took her eyes off of Eponine. It made her feel inclined to finish quickly. And anyways, it wasn't as if she could miss the questions. They were all about herself.
But when the lady fed the paper through the machine that looked like a small copy machine and furrowed her brow she was worried. "I-I..."the lady stammered. This was not the kind of person who lost their words easily. Eponine's heart sank slightly. Was the match a bad one? The woman simply handed her the paper, "Go on with you. You can look at it outside. I have another client."
Eponine took the paper, heart racing. Here was her match. In her hands. Right now. The person she would spend her life with. The man standing outside the door brushed passed her. He too looked nervous...but wait. This was nerves. This was excitement. Eponine slowly, unfolded the paper. She could tell before looking at it too long that there wasn't much written on it. Wasn't there supposed to be the person's biography on it? Suddenly, she couldn't stand the tension and opened it quickly.
"No Match Found," was all that was written at the top.For a second it didn't register. But when it did the first thing she thought of was the font size. She'd never have a mate and the most they could give her were these tiny black letters. Possibly the most important thing in the world had been denied to her and they didn't even make it seem important.
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natno on Sun Dec 06, 2009 10:50 am, edited 4 times in total.
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