Aust
06-09-2005, 17:52
Right sign up here for the Blue Boy caracter RP. You get 1 caracter to play with just post his name, age, and a breif discription here. We also need someone to play the girl in this peice (Which will be the first post:
The blue boy haunts my dreams. He’s always there, calling in his sad silent way to me. No matter how much I turn my thoughts from him, he’s always there looking mournfully at me through the water.
It’s not my fault, it was never my fault, you can’t blame me, I only saw him twice, how could I know what they would do.
I’m the only one he knows, he wants me to help him, I put my dry palm against his soft, wet one. I’m the only friend he has, even if we never spoke, not normally anyway.
And I betrayed him.
I saw him again yesterday, only this time behind glass, out palms didn’t touch this time, a invisible wall keapt them apart, everything we did was recorded by men in white coats. They keep him in a tank now, they test him, they weigh him, he’s just a specimen to them.
They call him Toby, it’s all over the newspapers now, I can’t leave the house. His real name I can’t pronounce, I’m the only one who knows it though. He showed me it written down at the bottom of the sea, on a tablet.
This should have been a relaxing holiday, 2 weeks with the sun in jersey. And it was until I went jet skiing.
It’s not my fault the bloody things engine broke is it, the rock was submerged, I couldn’t see it. I could have chosen to surf instead then he’d still be free.
You saved my life, they said I should have worn a life jacket but I refused, I thought that looks came over safety. I was starting to drown when your webbed fingers pushed me back towards the fading light. You kept me afloat until the rescue boat arrived then with a smile you left me as quickly as you’d been.
Oxygen deprivation they called it-hullications-they don’t now. They know your real know and I wish they didn’t.
I saw you next out scuba diving, I got separated from the group, a easy thing to do, when you swooped by, moving with grace that I could never match. You showed me your home, our poor, ruined, dead city, you spoke to me in your silent, funny way the words appearing inside my head. I forgot about your blue skin, your webbed hands, your gills, and saw you as another person.
They don’t, they see a creature, they came the next day with nets and planes and boats, they called you savage, a animal, when you tried to fight back.
I’m seeing you again tonight; I want to free you but how? I can’t smash the glass or you’ll die, you need water to breath. Your legs, so well designed for swimming aren’t strong enough to walk.
I’ll get you out though, no matter what, there not putting you in a zoo. I won’t let them, better to die than be a exhibit.
Odviously you don't have to write in first person all the time. Anyway...
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Aust
Name:Unknown, (Toby to scientists)
Age: Unknown, around 15
Sex:: Male
Discription/history: He was captured after saving a girls life off the coast of Jersey, he looks a lot like a human except for webbed feet and hands, as well as gills.
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The blue boy haunts my dreams. He’s always there, calling in his sad silent way to me. No matter how much I turn my thoughts from him, he’s always there looking mournfully at me through the water.
It’s not my fault, it was never my fault, you can’t blame me, I only saw him twice, how could I know what they would do.
I’m the only one he knows, he wants me to help him, I put my dry palm against his soft, wet one. I’m the only friend he has, even if we never spoke, not normally anyway.
And I betrayed him.
I saw him again yesterday, only this time behind glass, out palms didn’t touch this time, a invisible wall keapt them apart, everything we did was recorded by men in white coats. They keep him in a tank now, they test him, they weigh him, he’s just a specimen to them.
They call him Toby, it’s all over the newspapers now, I can’t leave the house. His real name I can’t pronounce, I’m the only one who knows it though. He showed me it written down at the bottom of the sea, on a tablet.
This should have been a relaxing holiday, 2 weeks with the sun in jersey. And it was until I went jet skiing.
It’s not my fault the bloody things engine broke is it, the rock was submerged, I couldn’t see it. I could have chosen to surf instead then he’d still be free.
You saved my life, they said I should have worn a life jacket but I refused, I thought that looks came over safety. I was starting to drown when your webbed fingers pushed me back towards the fading light. You kept me afloat until the rescue boat arrived then with a smile you left me as quickly as you’d been.
Oxygen deprivation they called it-hullications-they don’t now. They know your real know and I wish they didn’t.
I saw you next out scuba diving, I got separated from the group, a easy thing to do, when you swooped by, moving with grace that I could never match. You showed me your home, our poor, ruined, dead city, you spoke to me in your silent, funny way the words appearing inside my head. I forgot about your blue skin, your webbed hands, your gills, and saw you as another person.
They don’t, they see a creature, they came the next day with nets and planes and boats, they called you savage, a animal, when you tried to fight back.
I’m seeing you again tonight; I want to free you but how? I can’t smash the glass or you’ll die, you need water to breath. Your legs, so well designed for swimming aren’t strong enough to walk.
I’ll get you out though, no matter what, there not putting you in a zoo. I won’t let them, better to die than be a exhibit.
Odviously you don't have to write in first person all the time. Anyway...
Sign ups
Aust
Name:Unknown, (Toby to scientists)
Age: Unknown, around 15
Sex:: Male
Discription/history: He was captured after saving a girls life off the coast of Jersey, he looks a lot like a human except for webbed feet and hands, as well as gills.
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Come on and join up!