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    They said 'never'. He didn't listen.

    PLOT:
    Huryn, a quite powerful leader, had many of the current writers kidnapped for his own private doings. He wants them to write great things of the evil man, but they refuse to put their talents to bad uses. So...Huryn decided that if he couldn't coax then to do it, he would force them. They are currently trapped underground, in awful conditions; no food, hardly any water, no clean clothing, no beds...They are each trapped in a four' by four' cell, with cement walls, and an iron gate tightly locked. The weather ourside is awful...Snow. So of course they are freezing down below, with nothing to warm themselves. Each of the four cells are lined up, side by side, so that they cannot look at each other.

    Huryn is powerful...And gorgeous. Black, slightly long hair, and emerald green eyes...Tall, thin, well built...Any female would drool over the evil human. Except those rare few who know how greedy and awful he is under the pretty face.

    POSITIONS:
    Author: An author is a novel writer. They are basic humans; no powers whatsoever, except their brains. They may have a pen name if they wish. There are four of these total.

    Huryn's Guard: A powerful guard. Equipped with a black helmet, and black body armour, they also carry a scimitar, at their side. They are like drones; but with their own minds. They follow Huryn's orders flawlessly, never questioning his orders. They are..freaks. Stronger than an average human male. There are three of these total.

    Rescuer: Once again, average humans. Only they have powerful telekinesis and telepathy. Though, their telepathy has a range of forty feet. Theer are two of these total.

    FORM:
    Name:
    Position (author/one of Huryn's most powerful guards/rescuer):
    Pen Name (optional/authors only):
    Age:
    Looks (only eyes, height, and weight for guards):
    Other (optional):

    RULES:
    1. NO spam.
    2. NO one liners.
    3. In-depth posting, please!
    4. Try not to neglect the thread once you join; if you do, I will PM the poo outta your inbox ^^

    OTHER:
    I will play Huryn, as an NPC, as well as my own character.

    MY FORM:
    Name: Vanessa Atherton
    Position (author/one of Huryn's most powerful guards/rescuer): Author
    Pen Name (optional/authors only): Van Ash
    Genre (authors only): Fiction. And fantasy.
    Age: 23
    Looks (only eyes, height, and weight for guards): Black eyes, and unnaturally bright red hair. She is thin, but only five and a half feet tall. She usually wears nice black clothing, but since she's been kidnapped, she's onlt had black bottoms and a tight black shirt to wear, and they are quite dirt smudged.
    Other (optional): N/A

    HURYN'S FORM:
    Name: Huryn
    Age: 28
    Looks: Black hair, slightly long. He's got emerald green eyes, and pale skin. He is well built, tall, and thin. He always wears baggy black bottoms, held to his beautiful waist by a black rope. He wears a dark green top, that hugs his form, showing off his body.
     
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    Your RPs are quite complicated..but good

    Name: Cassandra
    Position Author
    Age: 17
    Looks: A normal sweater and pants, brown hair and hazel eyes.
     
    Thank you...I guess ^^

    Anyway, thanks for joining -hugs-
     
    Yeah, my RP never worked out..
    The way you set up the characters and the plot is quite unique..
    So how many peple before we can start?
     
    Hmm...How about two or three more?
     
    I'll join
    Name: Steve Wing
    Position: rescuer
    Age: 13
    Looks: Black Shirt, blue jeans,dark hair, brown hair, brown boots.
    Other:Steve is a strong willed person but is easily discoraged during some situations, he is determined to rescue the authors
     
    Yay! Another one! -twiddles her thumb, waiting for at least one more person-
     
    I'm gonna be gaurd and a rescuer if thats alright.

    Huryn's Guard: A powerful guard. Equipped with a black helmet, and black body armour, they also carry a scimitar, at their side. They are like drones; but with their own minds. They follow Huryn's orders flawlessly, never questioning his orders. They are..freaks. Stronger than an average human male. There are three of these total.


    Name: Noh
    Position:rescuer
    Pen Name (optional/authors only):
    Age: 14
    Looks:Spiky blond hair and brown eyes.has navy blue shorts over tight black pants.a black shirt with the letters 'HI' on it in red.
    Other (optional):



    Name: Haniki
    Position:Gaurd
    Pen Name (optional/authors only):
    Genre (authors only):
    Age: 27
    Looks: Deep red eyes,is 7' 3" and weighs 98 lbs.freeeaaky.
    Other (optional): N/A
     
    OOC:
    Thank you. I will get it started now:

    IC:
    Vanessa Atherton. Van Ash.

    Neither name mattered now.

    When she arrived at Huryn's palace, she was weak from not eating; she'd been depriving herself from food to spark something, anything, in her mind. She had forgotten how long it had been since she's eaten something, but it has been too long. not that it was any better here, the guards never fed her.

    Vanessa lays on the dirt floor of her tiny cell, hugging herself gently. Her thin body is frail, and she had bruises on her elbows and knees, as well as her shoulders, from when the guards came to clean out the cell; Huryn doesn't want the authors to die from disease in their own waste.

    Was Van Ash dead? Vanessa wishes she never created the person, and all of her stories. They were what got her here in the first place.
     
    I picked up a small rock and scratched a rough drawing on the wall. A woman who lived in perfection. That was me. I was quite glad to be here, unlike the others. It was quite an escape from those tiring up-and-downs of life. I'll die here, I thought. Never to leave this room apart from the miserable life I have. I knocked on the wall. "Vanessa, are you there?" I asked....
     
    "Yeah," she answers, weakly. Sitting up slowly, Vanessa leans against the wall, waiting for Cassandra's reply. "You need something?"

    Vanessa closes her eyes slowly, her head leaning against the wall, listening for the voice of her neighbor. She longed to listen for that voice every day, to reassure her that she wouldn't be alone. Dying alone was her worst fear, though Van Ash wrote about it often.
     
    "I'm here. I thought you might walked to chat, since you didn't want to be alone, remember? Do you think anyone is going to come and rescue us? I managed to save a few pieces of peper if you want to write on it, but I mostly use the walls." I stood up, and walked over to the wall. Vanessa had been depressed ever since she came here. I do wonder why...
     
    location: Market Outskirts
    Time:Night, or Evening

    Steve looked out past all the obsticle he should pass a looked into the sky,"It is my duty to fing those authers, well and Noh is helping rescue them also..."
    Steve had a determined look on his face,"I know we can do it I just know it..." Steve turned back towards the city,"I wonder when Noh will get here..."
    Steve turned back towards the giant field,"Rivers, Mountains, Trials," then he froze,"Trails, yes that is what this all is I know it..."
     
    "They won't find us..." Vanessa winces as paper is mentioned. Paper was denied to them, unless they did as Huryn asked. How Cassandra would've gotten some was beyond her. But- there was still a small problem. Even if they had paper, what would they write with?

    "...You have paper?" Even as she spoke the word, Vanessa's voice was hoarse. But not from yelling; from lack of use. She speaks hardly at all, and when she does, it's at a whisper. The guards don't like it when they speak loudly.
     
    I ran up over the hill where Steve was probabaly waiting for me.I saw him as I came up over the rise.
    "Hi Steve.Ready?I guess its time we went to rescue them."I said as I stretched.
     
    "Yes. I've got a rock that I always write with. It's like it has magical powers, it makes some dark scratches easily. I don't know how to give it to you though." I sighed. "By the way, what do you do to try and entertain yourself? You've gone into depression for so long. Maybe we should just go write for Huryn. It's the best way out. What do you say...?"
     
    "I will never write for that monster," Vanessa starts, "Never."

    She wipes her silent tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand.

    "What do I do for entertainment?" She laughs, a hollow, hard laugh, though it's quiet. "I haven't been entertained since they captured us."

    Vanessa closes her eyes, the drying wetness on her cheeks smearing the dirt on her face. The tears weren't from her stomach pains, or the ache in her bones; Van Ash did this to her. D*mn her!
     
    "Write up a song for yourself. About how you feel about this. Want to hear mine? It's been a while since I thought of it, but I still remember.

    You are the one I see
    What no one else will see
    They refuse to be captured by beauty
    Of the devil
    For there is a good and bad of everything
    May you find your beauty in the ugly
    let me give you a smile..."


    My voice trailed off. The song was actually writen for Vanessa's worst enemy. For him who put us here. For Huryn. I had learned to be optimistic, to think what you've gained from a loss. But is that what Vanessa thought..?
     
    "The monster lured us in with his beautiful face," she states, "and I will not write a song about being here. Van Ash's stories are full of fantasy and hatred, and she will end up writing the song."

    Vanessa falls to her knees, her arms crossed across her chest. The guard making the rounds peeks into her cell and tosses a small shard of glass at her; it lands mere inches infront of her. With a sneer, the guard walks off, but not before tossing a pieve of glass at Cassandra. The glass has no magical properties, and is just the size of a quarter; with ver sharp edges.
     
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