Skye Posted March 22, 2004 Share Posted March 22, 2004 [color=purple][font=arial][size=2] OOC: Okay! Thats it! Sign ups are still open, but I'm starting this! The ppl in are: Takuya/Vaxla(Library) Me/Shay(Outskirts) Dragon Wariior/Pippin(outskirts) Guess?/John(YMCA) FirePheonix727/Issac(YMCA) Dmitri_Dragoon/Luara(Library) Undefeated/Michael(Dyran Leader) Arika/Kilani(Outskirts) Mist/Mara(Library) Keiji/Kayin(YMCA) Okay, that?s who we have. The spots for Sensitives are still open. IC: It?s the year 5013, and fashion statements have to be the [I]last[/I] thing on anybody?s mind. Wearing flip-flops on the street could result in serious burns, sometimes even deadly, to your feet, as the ground burns with heat and seeming anxiety. Anxiety? For what? It was nearing the time of Raid, which, for the past thirty years, has been a time of peril. For the past thirty years, bombs have dropped like rain, killing those within a 5-mile radius. The only safe place was underground. No, there was one other place. A place called Haven. Haven was a grove of tree?s magically protected in the middle of the desert, covered by an illusion. Only a chosen few and those lucky enough can find it. For 30 yrs, people have gotten into the habit of diving underground when Raid came. For 30 yrs, the tradition of celebrating about Jesus and the Crone was cast away in an attempt to preserve humanity, as were race, culture, and any religion. For 30 yrs, teens grew into grown ups, grown ups to old folk, old folk died, and babies grew to teens. For 30 yrs, these people were killed one by one by Dyran, the enemy government of Lacunas. For 30 yrs, all hide in their basements and root cellars, hiding anywhere they could, some still getting caught by the poison gas and impact from the bombs. Now, they wait, wondering who will die, and who will live to pray they will live after next Raid. All hold their breath, and wait for the bombing to begin. Only, none does. All is silent, no bombs explode, no poison gas seeps into unprotected spots to kill the occupants, and nothing pollutes the air. The temperature drops from 102 degrees to a bearable 95. Everyone waits for a day and a night, and still nothing happens. People come out of hiding, crowding the streets on awestruck groups, all packed together. A murmur or relief and awe sweeps through the streets of Lunar. All but nine teens, 3 at the YMCA fields, 3 at the third floor library, and 3 at the outskirts of town. The trio at the outskirts are a group of two girls and one boy. They control elements. The group at the Y are all boys, and they are telekinetic. The three at the library, all girls, are alters. They can alter matter?s many forms. All can use telepathy, though none know that anyone other than the others in their group have these powers. The powers they are unaware of are the ability to change into an animal and ?talk? with the animal they ?borrow? the form of. Last but not least, they can teleport. The trios all stare, wide eyed, at one another, their thoughts circulating. ::This isn?t right.:: ::Something?s gone wrong.:: ::Way weird.::Nine others hear these thoughts, Sensatives. Nine others now feel the dread of doubt. Twelve yr old twins, a mother, three junior high students, and three teachers. They all have the potential to do what the nine teens can. They must contact the government of Lunar, Yranmill. They must try to help. They must find out what Dyran has in mind, and why they delay. ~*~*~ Shay looks to Kilani, who looks back at her. Then she looks at Pippin. Shay?s green eyes never waver, and she says firmly, ?We have to do something. This is wrong. I know, its what we?ve all wanted, but why so suddenly?? OOC: Play![/size][/color][/font] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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