This RP is for OCs (original characters). And it's not KH based, sorry. :<

It's my first attempt at starting something like this; and it's fairly daunting on a board so jam-packed with KH roleplays. I'm really hoping this doesn't get shot down instantly.

 

[ -- First off;

 

A few basic ground rules before I even start to get into what this is about.

[align=right]Please, PLEASE try to keep your spelling and grammar in check. Paste it in Word or something if needbe, just make sure that people can actually read it without a headache. A typo every here and there is no problem- barely spelling a single word right is. Sorry, but it seriously bothers me. I've had years of English teachers slamming grammar and spelling rules into my head, and now any kind of icky writing just... grates. Although I'm a hypocrite and do tend to start sentences with "And". It's not much of a grammar rule, anyway- basic stuff like forgetting full stops and paragraphing is what is just irritating.

 

One liners are to be used sparingly here, too. Short replies to long posts are kind of heartless. Even if all you can do is "Soandso jumped in the elevator along with Beezlebub", at least try and stretch it all beyond just one line. Like, if you're stuck with a one-liner response... how are they feeeeeeeeeling? What are they thinking?

 

Also, no serious God-modding or killing other characters unless you ask permission and they THEN ACTUALLY SAY YES. I've been in roleplays before where someone has asked another person of they can kill their character, has had a no in response, and then killed them off anyway. Gah.[/align]

 

[ -- The Concept;

 

There are monsters in the streets, the stores, everywhere. But they're not rampaging around, killing and causing havoc. In fact, they are relatively accepted. Evolution and mutation has caused the human race to have to grudgingly make way for their new equals. A lot of hatred still exists for the non-humans, and more for the half breeds. So much that scientists studying them have noticed how hard it is for those of us not entirely human, growing up and living around such prejudice. So a small group of them set up a camp, so to say, a sanctuary for the younger generations. And so, they brought in the kids that had been victimised or targeted, asking parents of such creatures to send their kids in, so they could have somewhere to live where they WEREN'T just freaks. Where they could be themselves. Not a lot of them were willing to stay, however... Once you're sent there, you need your parent's consent to leave until you're twenty. And not everyone feels like holding hands and staying in with the den of monsters.

[ -- Character Sheets;

 

Name: (Uhm, can really be anything.)

Age: (Bearing in mind the RP is set inside the camp and most people there leave at 20.)

What Are You?: (Half-breed, were, etc, etc... Any kind of creature.)

Appearence: (Picture and/or description)

Past: (Anything significant.)

 

The rest? I think it's better you work on and show during the RP. If you wanna participate, just fill out the sheet.

"Well, I'd probably hurt myself doing that," the WR remarked, referring to her own ability to hear well, "but alright!" As she waved, she frolicked (yes, I must use this word >.>) away, heading for one of the restrooms.

At that point, Zane gave up his dignity, and collapsed down against his twin, nearly in tears. "Zack, wake up..." he begged, trying to hold Zack down and stop him thrashing around.

Entering the restroom, the WR entered one of the stalls and took a whole roll of toilet paper. Leaving the stall, she walked up to a sink and began cleaning out her bag. When she was sure that it was clean of crayon residue, she filled the bag with clean sink water. She left the restroom and headed back to where the twins were.

*I had to be out for sometime, I read almost all the pages and I'm a bit lost, can I still come back in?*

(Of course you can. )

 

Zane didn't hear her approach, still struggling with Zack's fit and growing ever more desperate. Although Zack's movements seemed to be lessening, weakening, he was still overwhelmed by it all-

After all, Zack had always woken up and been fine after a matter of minutes. And it just wasn't happening.

The WR stopped by about a yard away. "Um... Here," she said, holding up the bag and roll of toilet paper. "Use the toilet paper to clean him up, and feed him some water."

*where to begin now will be quite a problem.* Marielle walked around nervously she was looking for something important for her that she had lost the previous day. But she didn't have any idea of where to look, nobody there knew her very well so it would be a waster of time to ask for help. *I'm really being stupid today T.T*

Zane looked around, startled, and realising his face was streaked with tears, jumped off of his brother and tried to scrub them away, sniffing hard. "A-alright..."

The WR slowly walked over and gave the toilet paper to Zane. She then sat by Zack's head and, with caution, slowly poured some water into his mouth. She tilted his chin upward to give support.

Zane tugged up at Zack's shirt, and took one quick glance at the wound before he went white. "...Oh crap." Knowing it was completely his fault, for not looking after himself and letting Zack pay the consequences, Zane found his eyes welling up with tears again, completely against his will, as he tore a strip of paper of the roll and started cleaning around the wound the best he could.

The WR tried her hardest not to sniff the foul smell, or look back at the wound, or she'd lose it. She kept her focus on getting water into Zack's system.

"I don't know why he hasn't healed," Zane admitted, trying to keep the tears out of his voice, and only annoying himself when it still came out thick.

Pausing, the WR asked, "Couldn't you... do what he did before, when he healed you?"

"He..." Zane's eyes widened for a moment. "Ohh. But I don't have any way to get my blood. I'm not into self-mutilation like him."

Some of the old attitude was creeping back in- he could feel less guilty, now he'd cleaned enough of the wound to see it wasn't as bad as he'd first thought.

Thinking for a moment, the WR said, or more of a mutter, "Um.... I think I could help..."

"Really? How?" he asked, too on the edge to make it sound sarky like he normally would. Despite it being weaker than the real thing, he started trying to use the toilet roll as bandages; they were actually quite effective, even if he only had a little bit of the paper left once he'd wrapped enough around Zack's abdomen to prevent the blood leaking right through.

"Um..." the WR began, fidgeting her fingers. "... I.... I guess I could use... some of my blood...."

Zane blinked at her for a moment. "...You sure?"

He knew he couldn't do it- it wasn't just him being a jerk, he physically couldn't afford to lose any more blood after all the fight with Aaron and how much he'd twisted that sword through himself...

The Rabbit had to think hardly for a minute. She really wanted to help her only friends...

She nodded.

Zane dropped his gaze down to Zack, holding out his hand. "Give me your arm and keep your trap shut."

 

Zack groaned weakly, trying to reach up and grip at his wound. His twin caught his hand halfway there, gripping it so tight Zane's knuckles went bone white. Although Zack had stopped thrashing around, his breathing was still shaky and weak.

"Alright," the WR said. As she held out her arm, she closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath.

Without waiting to check if she was ready, Zane scratched his nails up her arm; they might have looked human and blunt, but they were really much tougher. He tugged her arm forwards, holding it over Zack's mouth and muttering a combination of cuss words and "please"s under his breath.

The WR bit her lip in reaction as she squeezed her shut eyes even tighter. Going through her mind was a mix of her hoping that it would work and her hoping not to lose it.

Zack groaned, but his eyelids flickered open, just a fraction. Zane made a small noise in the back of his throat, but didn't really say anything. He pulled the White Rabbit's arm away from his brother, letting her go, and reached down to shake Zack by the shoulders. "Come on, sleepyhead," he mumbled.

The WR looked down at her arm. She felt light-headed, and the sight of her own blood made her a bit woozy, but she shook it off.