I'd like to point out that I dont think the majority of us are coming on to stall when we come on and make ooc posts. We are just informing everyone else why we arent active. Many of us talk outside of here keeping Ci in on why our activity is low and as someone currently going through a lot (with work and family issues), coming on to see that an individual in this roleplay thinks Im stalling and not trying to get on, really hurts me.
I donāt think it was a personal attack, rather a comment on my lack of activity checks or hiatus lists which is fair enough. I havenāt been on top of things at all and itās easy to see why it would seem like people are slacking. In some cases itās entirely true. Anyway, I love you all and if you have departed then I hope youāre well and good. Sometimes real life overrules roleplay and thatās life.Ā
The activity seemed kind of dead on arrival here... Have you considered being more strict with activity? Seems to me like people are taking advantage of the rules, blogging photos to avoid inactivity and posting more OOC posts than IC posts. I dunno, I love this group and the idea of it, so it's a shame. Maybe an IC limit of 2 posts per week or something just to get people to actually rp and stop coming on to stall...
I haven't done an activity check because I haven't been here. I need to sort things out later :)
My wifi is fixed (just about) although itās still a bit iffy until the Morning which means I can actually be here now and do things. Iām going to make sure to get onto things during the week when I am no longer deprived from my laptop and get back on top of things. I know it was really inconvenient timing but I assure you that Iām still kicking over here.
do you think you'll make another rp instead of dare?
At this exact moment in my life I truly doubt that I will ever make or engage with any other roleplay than dare at all. I love roleplaying but everything gets hyped up then dies out way too quickly for me to enjoy it at all and at least with dare I have had time to emotionally connect with the characters and even if it becomes inactive or closes back up then I know for sure that I had the best time and saw it through plenty of ringers.Ā
With tiny slips of paper haunting each of the former players itās no surprise that something doesnāt feel quite right with the blaring music and screams of joy but nobody is entirely sure what. Some have kept their lips sealed, some have spoken in frenzy, some of have thrown their pieces of paper away as if it never happened and a few have been gifted with a very special set of dares that mark the end of an era without the worry of someone else dictating any part of their life for them.Ā
Trouble is just around the corner but itās not going to appear in the form of a slip of harmless paper beneath their door.Ā
Nobody is sure exactly where it starts but as the last remnants of a joyful and almost uneventful carnival are packed away into cars and vans and staff fill the streets for a long day of clearing up after the parades that have taken place over the week someone else is plotting. By afternoon almost everything has disappeared or been pushed into warehouses to clear the streets, almost as if none of it was ever there at all. All of that faux happiness is completely gone.Ā
As night falls and things move on, as people put their children to bed and set their alarms for work a small spark is lit somewhere in the middle of London by mistake. It only takes twenty seven seconds for an entire warehouse to go up in flames and then another to follow, a fire thatās spreading faster than anyone could of foreseen, even the person who was behind it.Ā
There are 8 fatalities, 27 casualties and 0 suspects.Ā
OOC:
This is a plot twist and therefore a part of the greater story. Your character will react to this even if they are not directly affected by the fire that occurred in central London itself. The casualties of the fire are not directly related to any of the characters but are more than likely people they had seen before or interacted with on a broader scale.Ā
The fire originated from a warehouse of carnival supplies but in the process has came to damage the following things; A selection of scenery and props for Gabriel Spitsā newer film that was in storage, Samuel Laurentās penthouse apartment and Lex Von Bosseās main headquarters.
This will be broadcast on the news and the damage is extremely visible and hard to avoid so it will most likely be at the forefront of your characters mind.Ā
My internet is down and I only have access to mobile data. I'm going to try and use my friends wifi tomorrow for a bit to get online but will update soon. If you need me I still have the tumblr app and Skype. Sorry! - Ci
ā BEATRICE RYDERĀ is TWENTY-TWO years old. She is a WHITTEMORE ORIGINAL and itās often said she looks like LIZ GILLIES. Unfortunately, she is currently TAKEN.
Beatrice Ryder had spent a grand proportion of her life having a complete identity crisis. Her parents had held her in their arms as a newborn baby and been mesmerised by her beauty, guarantees that they would make her the centre of their universe slipping easily from their lips. It was a shame that for all their love Beatrice had always struggled to understand how they could claim she was the central part of their world when her childhood had consisted of being engulfed in their dreams of travel which left no place feeling quite like home. She made friends easily but that didnāt mean that she felt any less journey pulled from place to place.
By her teenage years she would be gripped by what her parents and numerous professionals would of referred too asĀ āteenage rebellion.ā All positivity had been drained from her in an inexplicable manner and suddenly she was no longer herself anymore, as if every part of her had changed overnight and now she was another girl entirely. Suddenly Bea found herself with little control over herself, at any given time she could be laughing and the next she would find herself snapping over a detail that would of held no importance whatsoever before. Instead of seeking parental guidance to escape her dangerousĀ āphaseā she found new ways to please herself, doing anything and everything to make sure she was remembered.
Whittemore had came like a Trojan horse, a disguised attack from the enemy that was life against Bea as a person. For the first time after the school had finally burned to the ground her parents were unable to see that their daughter had changed and through doctors and psychologists they vied harder than ever before for a way to bring their little Angel back but it was no use. Maybe for the first time moving would of been the right thing to do but instead they stayed. It was funny how things worked out, funnier still how the centre of their world would soon be nowhere near them and instead entering a world of modelling by complete accident that would see her snatch far too many headlines.Ā
That second round at Whittemore had taught her more than she thought she could ever need to know, replaced holes in her life with newer holes, a deeper sense of loss because now she knew she would be remembered by a bunch of people who were trying their best to forget. First she had searched through what she knew for answers, visited Jesse Harpe against all advice and watched him marvel in his own madness week after week then month after month -- he was the smartest person she knew and yet now he was entirely gone. Next she had turned to alcohol, a door that had opened to religion and drunken nights wondering in front of an empty congregation whether maybe it was the answer. It wasnāt. Bea didnāt know how to move forwards so she turned backwards, back to partying, back to modelling, back to uncontrollable mood swings that saw her snatch headlines. Maybe there were worse things than being forgotten, things like being remembered for all the wrong things.Ā
CHARACTER CONNECTIONS:
ā” VICTOR HOLLIS - safe ride
In the history of Beatrice Ryder there had been many blurred or completely sparadic moments but none were quite as hasty as her relationship with Victor Hollis. One night while drunk she had forced her way into his car and demanded a lift to Londonās closest central church and somehow not been shocked when he obliged her. It wasnāt that she had believed God was really the answer but something stuck with her about how it could of been anyone that night but instead it was him, the only person who would of selflessly took her there for real.Ā
ā” ROSE HAMMONDĀ - distant
Bea liked to think that they had been friends. Everything seemed like a memory now but there was no way they had been less than that in the end. She knew that when it came to Jesse at some stage her and Rose had both been in the running for his affection and it didnāt matter to her, maybe in fact that was the reason she felt that Rose deserved to know what Jesse had been up to. Sheād sworn not to talk about it because it was all too strange but if she got half a chance Rose would be let in.Ā
ā” CASEY BELLĀ - hook up
Casey was just a point to prove. She had been drunk and in search of a way to defy the pact without actually defying the pact and she had found him cleaning up the restaurant. In her opinion sheād done nothing wrong when she came onto him, after all, he could of said no but he didnāt. He was like a fix for her need to go against the boundaries that Whittemore had now set her and she kept going back, no matter how much she knew he was starting to avoid being around her.Ā
ā” JONAH CRICKS - childhood friend
When he had been there she had not wanted him there and when he was gone she had finally realised how much she valued his friendship. More than value, she loved Jonah, she had never realised before that he had been such a big part of her life. She would of done almost anything to turn back time (the almost anything excluding actually turning it back -- sheād already learned that never ended well).
ā” GABRIEL SPITSĀ - ex-friend
Gabe had feelings for her. Did she have feelings for Gabe? Maybe. At this point she had tried so hard to forget about the whole situation that she couldnāt be sure how she had felt at the time or even why it had all ended so very strangely. It was hard to know that she had lost a friend and running in the same circles of media seemed even harder but somehow they had managed not to get any wires crossed.
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