Re: Time is of the essence- Roleplay 1 in the "Time Flies" series.

[lily "the author" hanna]

(if you start ^^ i'm ready )

[BlackWhispers]

We might start it sometime today but what is Emmet's power? love youuu xoxoxo

Whoops xD lol um...mind-reading? If someone else has that, then I'll go for Telekinesis. =] I wub you too!

[peachie-keen]

Haha you silly moo. *Moos*

Sarah: You know what? I've had enough of England. I've had these two flight tickets booked to America for a while now. I've got no idea who to give the other one to, but there's an empty house somewhere there with my name on it. It's funny, I never even knew I had an American great Uncle until he died. And now, I've got his house. It's pretty cool, right? So yeah, after having a huge argument with the parents, I think I'll just go live out there. I don't need to take much, I've just got a little suitcase, a wad of £170, my Ipod, and my laptop. I don't need anything else, do I? I bloody hope not. Oh, and mum's credit card and my visa. So, I shove on my hiking boots, climb down the tree by my window after throwing the suitcase, tickets in hand, and off I go. Goodbye, responsibility.

[lily "the author" hanna]

(i'm not exactly sure what to do with my Mafia buddy o.o)

Natalia: I yawn, walking up to the front desk and leaning over the countertop to see if there were any calls. Nope. I sigh. Why did I have to agree to this? I mean, really. But at least I was getting paid for it. Actually, I was paid to do my Trig homework. That reminds me. I slowly glance over my shoulder at where the text book sat ominously with a pencil on top. It was mocking me. Ha ha, you can't write proofs. Proofs was actually Geometry stuff, but it was review since school just started again, and that meant going back to lessons i first learned almost three years ago. Oh, and forgot the second summer started that year.

[BlackWhispers]

={ I'm no cow. *baaahh* <-that's what a sheep says

Emmett: I sat there, with two books in my hands. Both were open and lay one on top of another in case Father, er, I mean, Master, came in to check on Louis. I sat at the small study while Louis sat in the large oaken desk with a large Master chair as if he were on a throne. I, on the other hand, sat in a quaint chair with a small backing.

I adjusted my spectacles and looked at the small cookbook atop the philosophy one Master had assigned us both. Sadly, I had already read it- three times. I studied the recipe on how to make Italian gelato. I had had it once before, but I was so little, yet the taste still lingered on my tongue.

I sighed to myself and began wondering what it would be like to travel around the worldl to see all the sights; to go where man hasn't.

[Charlie]

(question if we have a historical charrie do we start them in our time period or their time period?)

[peachie-keen]

Ours :p so they basically appear suddenly, the last thing they remember is the last time their eyes were opened, so they pretty much know how they died. Then, suddenly, they just appear. And they're like: Wtf?

[BlackWhispers]

Ha! Ha! I'm HERE!!!!! *baaaaa*

[Charlie]

(thanks)

Damian's eyes opened. The last thing he remembered was blood and a gunshot.

He was in a bed, not his. He had one but he never slept in it. The sheets crinkled as he sat up. His torso was bear, and he was wearing red plaid pajama pants.

"What the hell, are these?" He asked himself. He looked around, and saw many devices and things he did no recognize.

A newspaper was in the corner of the room, he picked it up and looked at the date it was 2010, this certainly was not where he was from. He knew that much.

He scratched his head, newspaper in other hand, he went back to his bed and sat down, confused as to what had happened to him.

[BlackWhispers]

(Charlie Michelle, I LOVE your quote! I was just watching that version =])

[Charlie]

(thanks i love that movie... its also in the book to... i'm a bit obsessed with peter pan LOL)

[BlackWhispers]

(Yay! Peter Pan fan!)

[Charlie]

bump

[BlackWhispers]

Emmett:
Drip, drip, drip.

Water? Now that I had heard that sound, I felt my throat screaming for it. Then, my stomach groaned for food. At least that made me realized I hadn't died from Louis's saber..

I remembered it so vividly. Louis and I had gotten into quite a quarrel over Lady Elizabeth whom we both fancied. My stupid older brother believed that someone as sensible as Lady Elizabeth would go for someone as dumb-witted and self-centered as himself. I, on the other hand, believed that she would most likely have chosen me in order to have a promising future.

Sadly our quarrel had become too verbal and we had decided to sneak out into the forest beside our estate and have a duel. The winner would get Lady Elizabeth's hand in marriage. So we fought.

My brother knew I would use my skills to beat him, so he had taken the time out of his busy day to mix up a small elixir and given it to me during high tea. I hated myself for not noticing it at first and it had only led to my demise.

In the end, the elixir had fogged my mind and I found myself on the ground with Louis standing above me, saber at my neck. I remembered his cold sapphire eyes looking down at me.

"You have taken my pride, my home, my life," he began. "But this...This is something I cannot bear to let you have."

He had lowered the blade to where my heart lie and I remember sweating in the cold breeze, my heart racing like a track horse.

"Goodbye, my brother."

And I died....or so I thought.

(Woot! longest post EVER!!! didn't mean it though. and I'm not even done =o)

My eyes fluttered open when I heard an obscene noise, as if an elephant was trying to use his trunk, but there was something stuck in it. Almost like a...honking noise. I found myself staring at the sky, the sun wide awake and soon to be high in the sky. I looked around and found myself lying on some type of bench, but it was of stone. Had I gone back to the Stone Age? I had read about them, but it was neither possible nor logical. Where was I?

[Charlie]

(bump)

[peachie-keen]

Desthiona:
A stranger's face. A smile. Another smile. My eyes close. I drift off into sleep. Pain. Numbness.

I woke up, in some strange room. Expensive looking material coated the floor of the small room, as well as the soft bench which sat in front of a rather useless looking black box. I walked towards the window, only to find myself rather high up. A strange invisible kind of stone lined the window. Hmm.
I focused on the stone floor beyond the window, smiling as my people hurried along the roads. Within seconds, I was among them, my head held high, though I still was below the height of most, which was rather unusual. I expected these to bow to me, as they should, but most just narrowed their eyes, looking at my ears warrily. Who were these people? Did that stranger kidnap me? I was unsure, and rather annoyed. I teleported away, into another room. It looked rather similar to the last, but there was a person sat in this.

[Charlie]

A person came in, Damian looked up in hope it would be Annabelle. His blue eyes searched the room only to find a strange girl. "Who are you?" he asked in his Irish accent that was almost impossible to understand.

He stood up and dropped the paper. He wanted to go home. He didn't even know where he was in the world.

[lily "the author" hanna]

(wait...who are u talking to Charlie..? o.o)

Antonio: My eyes snap open, my heart pounding. My eyes flick around the room. The familiar crack in the corner of the ceiling is gone, and the bed I'm hiding behind isn't...it doesn't even look like a bed. My hand flies to my chest, then my other one, they search my entire body for the blood I know - or I thought I know - was supposed to be there. I gulp. Was this...heaven? But all the things I'd done. I wouldn't be in a place like that. Although I don't know if this is a good thing or not. I get up slowly, bracing myself for open fire. I automatically reach for my gun , and--
Wait. I freeze. Where's my...
I'm totally unprotected in this new environment. I glower around the room. "This ain't funny Nani!" I shout, looking for the doors. I find one..but it won't open. I pull on it, tugging as hard as I can, starting to panic when the door doesn't open.

[Charlie]

(peachie's charrie)

[lily "the author" hanna]

ooh..kay :S

[Charlie]

(or your charrie whichever you want)

[peachie-keen]

I frown at him. Father always told me that english was the most widely spoken language, and that was the one I always began with because of that. This person, however, spoke no language of which I knew. And I had reason to believe that he was speaking nonsense. Or worse, he may be mocking me. My sharp little teeth now bore slightly, and I spoke three words to him, yet the way my mouth said these words could have made them the worst curse, or a hex of witchcraft. "Speak normal, boy." My mouth spat these words, my eyes were narrowed, and my brow was firmly set into an arch; everything about my expression was sour.

[Charlie]

What the hell? Damian thought to himself. "I am speakin' Normal." Damian said a bit slower and very offended. "I'm speakin' the damn English language. Sorry if you don't like Irish people." Even in his own time he was hated. Nothing had changed it seemed. The Irish still seemed to be hated. He sat sown quite frustrated. His blue eyes searing with pain, hurt, and annoyance. He wished he was dead.

[peachie-keen]

My eyes narrowed further. And, as if in spite of him, I asked him a question. "What language do you speak, boy?" I say, not even knowing he had just answered that. For some reason, I thought that he wasn't mocking me, and perhaps, just maybe, this might be a real language he was speaking. The ears sitting on my head twitched with annoyance, and I licked my lip slightly, figuring out this peculiar situation. "Can you speak English?" I say, my voice patronising, every syllable was said individually, as if i were speaking to a child.

[Charlie]

Damian slowed down his talking even more. He felt like an idiot, and was very offended. "English" He yelled. "I can speak English just fine. I have an accent. I am from Ireland." She was treating my like a baby. "I'm not deaf I can hear you just fine." He was so angry, it was searing inside of him. But his mum told him so many years ago before she died, to never hit a girl.

[lily "the author" hanna]

Natalia: I frown at myself as I stare at the pimple coming in on my chin. I poke it, then wince as pain flares up. Ouch. I straighten out of the crouch I'd been in beside the platinum counter top. I lean back against it, my fingers drumming along the top of it as I think of things to do. I could call Charles, I guess. So I slip out my phone, sliding the keyboard out to text him. But then a loud banging from the second floor makes me jump. My phone goes flying and slams into a wall. The cover breaks off and I close my eyes. That was my third one in the past month. Then the banging gets louder and I start to panic. What if someone had broken in?

I force my breathing to slow down before going to the elevator. The doors close and I find myself getting anxious. What the hell am I thinking? What am I supposed to do to an intruder? When the doors slide open, I can tell it's the very first door. I freeze. Oh god. Okay. Here we--

"What the hell is this?!"

My eyes widen as the banging gets worse. I let out a shaky breath before lifting my chin up and bracing myself. I can do this. I went to a few defense classes, I can..yeah. I sure hope he doesn't do anything bad to me. I reach out as the banging stops for a moment and push the door open. I come eye to eye with a pair of furious black ones. Or, almost black ones. I gulp. Death. Right in my face. But it doesn't come. Actually, the eyes move away, quite fast, really. I take a step backward, my back bumping up against the now closed door.

"W-who are you?"

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