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Roses Are Overrated

PostPosted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:51 am


In short, this roleplay is about kids who died young and now reside in 'Heaven'. It's to be a story about how you yourself interpret this Heaven, and the Highschool within it. There are certain limitations that go along with this roleplay, and they will be explained. Everyone goes to the school at some point in their day, but you can have classes that aren't really teaching you anything, it's more of a place where teenage 'angels' can meet others and socialize as they would in real life.

Limitations:

1. These angels cannot cross over the border between Heaven and Earth, but they can watch.

2. These angels do not meet with God, Jesus, Mohammed or any other religious figure. (Strictly to keep it non-religious)

3. Cannot simply walk to another persons Heaven, it's a matter of dimensions and alternate universes...kinda...

EX: So-and-so and What's-her-name both share an interest in Music, and they are both headed for the music store. That's where they could meet. But So-and-so likes gardens and what's-her-name likes cities, therefore, their version's of heaven would be different, and they wouldn't see each other except when they are both at the music store, or another common interest place.

4. However, these angels can use anything anyone on earth can use (i.e. i-pods, computers, toasters), but only so long as it is done within Heaven's network. (think of Heaven as having it's own internet and cell phone service providers, free of charge)

RULES:
1. KEEP RELIGIOUS DEBATE OUT OF THIS THREAD!
2. PM profiles.
3. FOLLOW ALL ToS! If ONE ToS rule is broken I will report you, and shut down the entire thread. PLEASE don't make me do that.


Profiles:

Name:
Age at Death:
When they died:
Year.
Gender:
Bio: Please include how they died.
Appearance:
Personality:
Optional

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Name: Javelin
Age: 17
Year Died: 2007
Gender: Female

Bio: She lived a pretty ordinary life, she had recently decided to go to nursing school after high school, and had hoped to be a Neo-natal nurse. She had a boyfriend, plenty of friends, and a good job at Olive Garden as a waitress. Then she was murdered...

Appearance: She is pretty, in an odd sort of way. She has long auburn hair that comes down to mid-back, and the brightest green eyes that pictures can't portray. She isn't very tall, only standing at 5"2'.

Username: chaosdaae
Name: Jakra
Age at Death: 16
When they died: 2007
Gender: Female
Bio: She was optimistic in life - she had a close circle of a few friends that did almost everything together. People labeled them all as weird, but they could have cared less. She had two older brothers she had been in a constant prank-war with, though very very very deep down they cared for one another. She was happy, and rarely bored.
She was hit by an SUV. It was late, and the driver had been drinking. Jakra had been walking home - wearing dark clothing, as usual. She had no time to react as the driver suddenly pulled off the road, the front of the car slamming her into a tree. She died on the scene.
Appearance: Jakra is about 5'6'', her build a bit stocky and muscular. She has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Jeans and a black T-shirt are what she died in, and in them she'll stay. She'll take comfort over any flowy robes Heaven might throw at her.

Name: Paige Danvers
Age at Death: 19
When they died: Midsummer of 1999
Gender: Female
Bio: Paige was born in London, and grew up there with both her parents. She loved living there, and enjoyed the bustling life she had been given. Paige's older brother was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. He chose to go through with treatment, and it took a hard toll on the family. Paige managed, taking care of everythng when it was needed, and trying hard to do well in school. A month before graduation, her brothers treatment failed, and the doctors gave him three months. It nearly killed her parents to see their son ripped from their hands, and Paige tried to make things as good as she could. She finished school, though barley, and instantly got into the first job she could. It wasn't the best job, but it helped her parents a little. When the three mark point passed and Paige's brother had not passed, her parents gained a little hope. In celebration of keeping their son, they decided to go on a weekend trip to the country. Paige and her brother were swimming in the lake when something odd happened and Paige couldn't surface or breathe. That summer Paige drowned and her brother chose to go and do all he could to keep from being taken by his illness. He pulled through, but her parents still lost a child.

In the heavan, Paige was given choices on where she would go, she chose to go to the school part time, for the socialization mostly.
Appearance:Paige {Warning! contains mild nudity} stands at five foot five, fairly petite in size, though her body doesn't carry itself in that manner. She wears jeans that are baggy around all of her though she wears both a belt and suspenders, she wears whatever top suits her at the time, she prefers tight teeshirts and tanks that cling to her form, but can be seen wearing a button up short sleve on occasion. She has several peiceings that include Ears {total five}, belly {total two}, and eyebrow {total one}. The rest is as seen in the image.
Personality: Despite being able to remember every bit of her death, Paige is no different from how she used to be, strong, independant and cheery mostly. On occasions she will slip into meloncoly, but those moments are rare and pass quickly.

Name: Raylin Clark
Age at Death: 19
When they died: 2007
Gender: female
Bio: Raylin grew up in the US, bouncing between her parents in DC and California. Because of the constantly changing life style, she didn't have too many permanent friends in her childhood. Upon reaching high school, though, she talked her parents into letting her stay in California. She was going to an arts school there, then an arts college. Unfortunately, after her first year through college she was partying at the beach during the summer. She ended up getting drunk, then decided to go for a swim with some other students, and ended up drowning.
Appearance: Raylin, with blue eyes and silvery light blue angel wings. Her wings are about fourteen feet across. She also occasionally streaks her hair with wild colors, or puts it up in interesting styles.
Personality: Bright, optimistic, helpful, creative, quiet and caring.
PostPosted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:52 am


Iowa Weekly News
A young girl was found brutally murdered in her own home this morning, her body tied to the rail of the bed in her room. Her name has not yet been disclosed, but authorities are currently looking for her parents who have been out of town for the last few days. According to neighbors a man was seen outside her home just a few hours before they found her body. Police are looking for him now, believeing he may have some insight into what happened. He is not a suspect as of right now, and authorities do not know the young man's name, though the neighbors think he went to school with the girl. Currently we do not have the artist scetch, but we will release that once we do have it...In other news...


My name was Javelin. I had a family, a boyfriend, loads of friends and everything I could ever want. Then I was murdered. Now I'm up here in this beautiful place people in the living world believe is Heaven, and I'm experiencing Hell.

In 'Heaven', there is no one who has the same story, the same experience, or the same life you have. Everyone senses different things, and there are only so many people you actually see during a day here. In my Heaven there is a highschool, filled with other kids who died young. Kids who didn't get to finish what most teens get, didn't get to enjoy what they wished to enjoy. In the part of my Heaven that no one else sees, there are Greek and Roman statues, art, and, of course, paper. I've even met Ceasar's angel, though he was quite domineering in conversation. I have books of Plato and Virgil, books of fantasy and romance...but even with all of this, I am still alone. Not to say I don't like my solitude, but even the dogs that stay here with me offer little comfort.

As I watch down on my family and friends, I wish to tell them who killed me, who took me away from them. The laws of this place prohibit it, though I doubt they'd do anything if someone did break through, if it were possible anyways. So far, my tries have proved fruitless.

What is Heaven? In my view it's just a place for souls to sit and watch passively while their friends and families go on with their lives. There is no God here that I know of, and there are plenty of people here who believed in other gods, like Ceasar for instance, though by the time he was dictator, the Gods were more of an anthem than a religion. It's as if all the things people believed when they were alive, were only elaborated versions of the same thing.

Right now, I'm on my way to my first day at the Highschool my guide told me about. She's something else entirely...but she'll be explained later on. Right now, I'm a bit nervous about meeting all these other 'angels'. Right now, I'm wondering what this place will look like, smell like, and feel like. I'm hoping it all goes well, but my mind is walking a separate path from my body, and right now, I'm wishing I didn't have to go.

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OOC: No, my posts will not all be in first person, I personally HATE first person, but this adds to my first post. Also, I won't be on constantly, but I will be visiting Gaia on and off during the day and at night.


EDIT- You two may start as soon as you're ready.

Roses Are Overrated


Roses Are Overrated

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 3:42 am


They say all good things must end...

Javellin sat in the sunlight on the front steps of the school. At the moment it was quiet, a silence fitting this heavenly place. Her long auburn hair hung loose around her shoulders, lightly floating in the breeze and ticking her back. She sighed, waiting for the prickly sensation of being alone to go away. If there were two things she hated more than death it was being completely alone and being surrounded to the point of suffocation.

Her eyes scanned the courtyard in front of herself, wondering if anyone would show up. She hoped to find someone to ask about finding her classes.

She sighed again, her first day and she'd shown up almost an hour early. How was she supposed to know classes didn't begin until 8? Back on earth her classes had begun at 6:30 on the dot. Something caught her eye off in the distance, a glint of light off a shiny jungle gym. She smiled, trying to remember the last time she'd played on one...

Five seconds later she was running for the jungle gym. Once she reached it she jumped onto the first rungs and climbed up to the top of the dome-like structure. Her laugher rang out across the empty courtyard as she played on the gym, first hanging and moving rung to rung, then hanging upside down with her knees bent over the bars. She went on like this for a while, until she finally noticed that the courtyard was filling up. She climbed up to the top again and sat watching. There were so many students, some wearing the clothes she reckognized, some dressed in decades long past. She spotted a few people dressed in the Rennaisance clothing she had so long ago envied.

She contented herself for the moment just sitting and watching as students and teachers (Oh my god there's Shakespeare!!) alike filed into the large golden doors at the front of the building.


...Well honey we did.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:01 am


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The early morning light shined through the window, making Paige groan with indigence. For some god-forsaken reason she had forgotten to close the blinds that ever so conveniently pointed east. She growled and muttered to herself as she yanked the pale green coverlet over her auburn head. Her own classes didn't begin until after nine thirty, so Paige was unaccustomed to being up so early without motive. Mumbling to herself, she chose to get an early rise, glimpsing at the alarm-clock that displayed the current time in pretty green letters announced that it was only roughly seven and thus Paige had two hours and a half to kill before needing to be in class. She stretched, pointing her toes and sticking her slender arms up to the ceiling, popping her back in multiple places, making her sigh contentedly. Now this particular behavior was not vital nor necessary in her current state, but it we as comfort and thus, existed. Just as Paige could have lived in a sweet little house with a porch and such, but instead she chose to live in a model of the apartment complex she was preparing to move into before she passed on. Of course it came with modifications, the pool was closer and larger, without capacity rules, she was allowed to design the property in any way she chose, and she did gladly once every two months, fully re-designing the apartment and clearing everything out to make it more interesting.

Paige padded to the bathroom, stretching her head as she flicked on the lights. A slender young woman of nineteen gazed tiredly back at her, hair tousled with sleep and light bags under her eyes from not being completely restful. She looked at her reflection for a moment, while she turned on the shower with her right foot hooked behind her. the long-sleeved button up in a faded blue was unbuttoned except for the second and third buttons, giving a glimpse of pale throat, belly and neon green 'booty shorts' covering her nether regions. As the bathroom steamed properly, Paige stepped into the water, her clothes lay strewn on the floor.

Blissfully warm, Paige closed her bronze eyes and let the water fall all around her in hot steaming patters. She washed her hair and body with the mundane half asleep movements of a risen corpse. She shaved the necessary places and rinsed off all traces of soap, gel and hair as she grasped her toothbrush and paste and began cleansing her bicuspids before exiting the shower.

Paige took her time, waking completely in a sluggish manner. Finally she stepped out, wrapped a large fluffy towel about her frame and started to dry off, first attacking her waist length hair to make it dry faster. After pulling the soaked tresses into a towel to soak up the moisture she exited the bathroom, heading back to her bedroom to make her bed, fluff her pillows and put some clothing on.

Twenty minutes later Paige emerged from her bedroom wearing a grey tee-shirt, her customary baggy jeans, neon striped socks, her wrist-to-wallet chain, cap, belt and suspenders. Paige grabbed a bowl, box of cereal, the milk and a spoon before dropping into one of the few chairs in the apartment and preparing her food. As she consumed the meal before her, she planned her day, three classes, then off to lunch and then what? The day before she had socialized with Socrates, and while he was always enlightening to talk to, she felt like having less of a brain teaser.

SkyeBaby


Roses Are Overrated

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 6:02 am


The end of something...

Not long after she finished playing around in the small park apparently offered to the highschool students, she sat in awe of Shakespeare himself, who apparently was her Lit teacher. He wasn't as self indulgent as she had always pictured him. Quite the opposite, he was actually teaching them about everyone else's works, including those of men and women after his time.

She found the disscussion thoroughly engaging and interesting, and when the class ended she was almost dissapointed. Her next period was a free period, and so she went down to the jungle gym again. She found that she seemed to be the only one down here, though she doubted she was the only one who ever came, and found the solitude peaceful and relaxing. She was on the swings when her guide found her.

"So, how's it been so far?" Grace asked.

"It's been alright...Shakespeare's class was truly amazing, probably the best disscussion I've had in years..." she answered, leaning back to look at the sky. It seemed weird to her that there were clouds in Heaven, just like there were clouds on earth. It made her wonder if Heaven was really on earth in some secret hidden valley or something, and maybe death was all just a dream. Wishful thinking...

"That's good." Grace said, squatting down on the ground and picking a dandelion out of the near perfect grass.

"I've got Writing next..." Javellin said, her eyes falling on a rabit shaped cloud. "And then I'm done for the day. Is there a Subway in Heaven?" she asked suddenly craving one of those not-as-good-for-you-as-Jared-says sandwiches.

"If you want it to be there is." sid Grace. "Anyway kiddo, I just came to see how your fist day was going, but it appears you don't need my help, so I gotta get goin'. I've got other kids to see..."

"Uh huh...Later dude." Javellin chunked the deuce, still looking at the clouds from her awkward postion on the swing.


...is really just the beginning of something else.
PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 9:10 am


An alarm clock sounded in Jakra's room, the piercing noises disrupting her slumber. The lump of blankets shifted and an arm shot out and snatched the alarm clock. She groaned when she was unable to find the off-switch, and simply tossed it out the window. The beeping got softer and softer, ending finally with a satisfying sound of breaking machinery. After all, Jakra hadn't chosen to live in an ordinary no-place-like-home world. Bor-ing! Her 'house' was up in the tallest trees of a forest: Rooms on platforms that circled various trees, with the trunks in the middle of the room. The platforms were connected by shaky rope-bridges. What was the afterlife without a little risk?

She rolled out of bed, landing on her back with a yelp. She pulled herself into a sitting position as she flexed her new wings tenderly. Yet another reason she wanted to live high up: eventually, she'd learn how to fly properly. Until then, there was a rope ladder to the ground for her use.

She made her way across a few rope bridges until she found the bathroom. She could get used to this place fast - plumbing and electricity in the middle of the forest, and no annoying insects to top it off.
After she got ready to go she grabbed a glass of orange juice and a snack bar before heading out.

When her guide had first informed her that there was a high-school she had groaned and said, 'Oh - I knew this place was too good to be true!' Her guide had laughed and told her more about it. Now, she was interested. Shakespeare? Socrates? Galileo? Something told her it would be much less boring if she heard it from the people themselves. Her only concern was whether there was a language barrier in heaven, but so far she had understood everyone she had met.

She flapped her wings unsteadily, her arms spread out in an attempt for balance as the school courtyard came into view. Maybe some more experienced person could give her aviation tips if they saw her trouble in flying to the school. She wouldn't say no to advice from the Wright brothers.

She wasn't sure how to slow down as the ground came nearer, so with a small yelp, she closed her eyes and curled her form into a ball, bouncing once lightly and then rolling to a stop on the grass.

She opened one eye uncertainly. Am I dead? She stood up and dusted herself off. Looks like it, she thought with a small grin. That wasn't too bad.

chaosdaae


SkyeBaby

PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 11:15 am


PostPosted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 5:09 pm


(Can have wings; this is Heaven after all, why can't we have the choice? And we stay the same age.)

Roses Are Overrated


Roses Are Overrated

PostPosted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 5:55 pm


How lame you are depends on...

As soon as her guide was gone, Javellin felt kind of out of place on the swingset, as if the place didn't want her there anymore. Which was weird, because in her experience places didn't normally care who used them. She sighed and stood up, walking back to the school. She figured she could at least sit in the little cafe until he next class.

She sat down in a surprisingly comfortable chair and ordered a caramel mocciato and a bagel. I could get used to this not having to use money thing... she thought as the waitress walked away.

Her foot tapped lightly on the floor as she sipped her coffee and ate her bagel.


...other people's perception of you.
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