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Event Five is officially open!
This event will run from tonight 4/4/14 until 5/8/14. There will be a total of three plot twists posted during this event. This means that our writers need to pay close attention to this blog and adjust character reactions accordingly to plot twists that would affect your characters. If you do not know who you are writing with please message us and we will let you know who to focus on.
PLOT TWIST:
The Wicked Witch has grown tired of Regina's attempts at becoming friends with so many of the residents. The brunette may not be happy but things are slowly looking up for her and that just will not do. Something new is in order to truly make her life miserable and that is a slight change within her curse. Pulling out the scroll she carefully read over the words. She'd need a heart, not that it would be a problem with so many people in her room.
After selecting an individual that would not be missed the auburn haired witch lured him out back of the mansion. Within moments the deed was done. Everyone's memories of who they are have returned alongside of who they were in her original curse. The last thing anyone will remember is Regina's reversing her original curse.
Zelena has carefully mastered her plan to cause the entire town to turn against Regina. Everyone Zelena has interacted with during the curse recalls how kind she has been to everyone. While people begin to slowly realize what is going on, that once again they are the victims of a curse, Snow White's water breaks.
Plot Twist:
Now to see how long it takes for the residents to begin realizing one of their own has gone missing. The first person to make a post discovering him missing should attempt to let others in the group know. Your characters reactions to this news are how you see it.
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Written by Neal:
Headache and body feeling shattered, that's how Neal woke up. There was nothing but darkness around him while his eyes adjusted to the weak light in the room. Lying in the ground, he tried to stand up only to notice he was chained to a wall. Hurt hus lungs to breath the air on that place, it was so stuffy and hot. Not the best combination.
Once again he tried to stand up, forcing whichever chains were keeping him from doing it. Neal really didn't let the fact that he was chained to bring him down, he kept trying to set himself free.
But free from what? How did he get there? The owner of the pawnshop had no idea of what had happened to him which caused him to end up in such a dreadful place. Considering the fact he was chained, someone had brought him there and chained him. The man was sure he hadn't pissed off anyone, he was always doing his best to keep out of people's way.
Then why would anyone try to capture him and put him in this... cell? Now that his eyes were able to see a little more around him, the man noticed there were cells in there. So he was right, someone was imprisoning him. One question still remained, why would anyone want to do that to him?
"Someone in there?" He asked, a little desperation filling his tone. How could he not feel desperate? Some kind of psycho had put him in a cell and chained him. God knows what else would happen to him later. Neal really didn't feel like being chopped off and burried someone. Or worse, becoming a cannibal's meal.
No answer. Either his captor was a silent person or he was alone in that place. Place which he couldn't recognize, looked like some sort of cave but he knew for a fact there were no caves in town.
How did he left the ball and ended up in there. Neal only remembered being on his way to the mayor's office after getting a message saying someone broke into it. This is what he gets for doing his job. Now he was in a cell somewhere in town, hard to imagine someone missing him.
"Who's there?!" Shouted the man in desperation and agony, he had to get out of there.
Plot Twist
It was well beyond working hours by the time Lena had glanced up at the clock. She’d been sitting at her desk nursing a glass of red wine while brooding. As the witching hour came upon her, the grandfather clock in the hallway chiming loudly, she rose restlessly from her seat and walked across the room of her office towards a painting hanging near the door. She lifted the canvas down then examined the seemingly blank wall, smiling to herself.
She lifted her hands, held them about six inches apart then splayed her fingers wide. She pushed and there was a quiet hiss followed by a well-hidden panel releasing itself. The craftsmanship on the construction of her “workspace” was absolutely flawless and pleased her greatly. Lena slid the panel to the side then affectionately stroked her hand across the safe in the wall.
Power, deliciously dark, hummed beneath her fingertips, shooting sparks up her arm and jolting down her spine. Glorious. She unlocked the safe, twisting the knob in a familiar combination before pulling it open. Magic released into the room, a soft warmth that caressed over her skin and made her feel giddy. Oh, how she’d missed it — it was so odd most of the time being in this land without magic.
Her eyes draw greedily over the jagged blade of the dagger, reading the familiar name etched into it. She reached in to pull it out, holding it like a valuable treasure between both of her hands, then carried it back towards her desk. She settled back down into her chair then gently placed the magical weapon in front of her.
Rumplestiltskin. The Dark One. Her face remained passive but she felt a myriad of emotions flicker inside of her. She sighed disappointedly, so much power and greatness wasted on a weak, weak man.
She sat back in her chair, bracing her elbow on the armrest and bringing her hand up to touch her finger to her lip as she contemplated the dagger. After a few more moments, she reached over and pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk. Her hand flipped over and she felt around for a small scroll — two inches in height — that she had stuck on the underside of the middle drawer. Her fingers closed around it and her smile widened.
Lena leaned back in her seat and toyed with the object, tossing it back and forth from hand to hand. She doesn’t need to unroll the parchment, she already had it memorized, but after a minute she does it anyway just to read the familiar words written in a language as ancient as Time. She read it once more, lips pursing as her mind began to calculate and plan.
To bring that idiot little imp back from the realm he had travelled to, she needed to provide the blood of the person he loves most. Two images flashed into her mind, one of Belle — his Twoo Wuv (she rolled her eyes at at) — and one of Neal — his boy. She can’t be certain which one and that’s troublesome for she can’t afford to get it wrong. She has one chance to get this right, otherwise she has to forfeit her plan, and naturally, that would never do.
Absentmindedly, she raised her hand and ran her fingers over the silver blade, tracing at the letters. It had to be Neal, he was the very cause of the original curse to begin with. The Dark One had orchestrated an incredible web, tangling every single person in this town (and then some) together in order to find his son. He controlled the Fates, altered Destinies, traveled across time and space, practically moved Heaven and Earth for Baelfire.
She was positive it was Neal. It had to be. Acquiring his blood would prove to be a challenge, but it was one she was ready and willing to accept. While there was no room for error, there was also no room for failure. She would get what she wanted.
Lena reached for her glass, smiling behind it before raising it for a celebratory toast and downing the remainder of it in its entirety. Yes, she would get what she wanted. She always did.
Event three is officially open! You will have three weeks to complete your scenes, and please, stay tuned to the Wicked Events page because there will be some surprises and plot twists posted for you all throughout the course of this event. Enjoy xoxoxo <3
Event Three's opening date has been determined! Friday February 7th will begin our third, and biggest event to date. In week before that date I need all of you to help me spread the word about this group in hopes we can get some roles filled before that time.
She always believed that people were -- to their core -- selfish by nature, and she was most definitely no exception to that theory. She thrived most in her desires, in every aspect of her life, and early on, she had discovered how addictive her personality could be. It was simple really, whatever gave her the most pleasure, she sought...and continued to seek for as long as it suited her. When it stopped, she looked for new things to latch on to. It was an extreme way to live and naturally, as was the way of the world, there had to be consequences. It never mattered to her though, what the price was (and more often than not it was heavy), she paid every time.
For instance, she wanted power...she turned green. Others would have been appalled, would have shied away from such greatness like cowards. Not her though, she merely saw the price as a small inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
She continued to mull over her thoughts as her feet carried her through a bare corridor of the top-most floor in the hospital. It was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that made people nervous and wring their hands together in an anxious gesture. She didn't mind it, she liked the quiet, especially when her mind was always full of noise.
At the end of the hall, she stopped in her tracks and studied the heavy-duty doors. RESTRICTED ACCESS, it read in bold, block letters. She glanced at the security pad on the wall beside the entrance and walked over to it. It was simple, plain black with one tiny, little bulb in the corner that glowed red. Her hand reached out, stroking at it lightly -- state of the art, durable, secure. She dropped her hand, smiling as she did so. She loved the technology in this world.
Ella reached into her pocket and pulled out a blank, white key card. She held it over the pad for a few seconds and waited. After a moment, there was a loud, buzzing noise that filled the hallway, followed by the light on the keypad turning green, and the sharp click of the doors unlocking. She pocketed her key then grasped the handle and pulled the door open.
Where the corridor she had just come from had been empty and seemingly deserted, this portion of the wing was bursting with life. Nurses and doctors bustled about, machines beeped, and light chatter filled the air. Nobody paid her any mind, nobody ever did, and she preferred it that way.
She walked all the way to the back, heels clicking as she strolled leisurely amongst the employees -- her employees. The curse had given them human forms and she had to admit, the change wasn't unpleasant. It was a step up from the monstrosities she'd had to lay her eyes upon for endless years.
At the end of hall was a room with glass windows, she stood in front of it with her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. She felt rather than heard the resident psychiatrist join her on her right side. It pleased her greatly. She'd trained them well -- to make as little noise as possible, to slip in and out of places undetected...but she always knew. It was her job to know.
"Madam Mayor," he said in greeting.
"How is she?" she wondered, no patience for formalities.
"Her condition remains the same."
Ella's lips pursed at that and her thoughts swirled about in her head. She studied the figure lying motionless on the bed in the room, hooked up to monitors and an iv drip -- a young woman with blonde hair and a kind face. Her stomach clenched and she nodded before turning her head back to the doctor.
"Keep her on the Lithium, her hallucinations must be controlled. Up the dosage if you need to." Her voice was clipped and it was all she said before going back the way she had came. She'd be back though, she always came back.
Event Two has officially ended but please stay tuned because the Wicked Witch doesn't always listen to rules. She's got a special surprise in store and that's coming in the next few hours. Let's hope she doesn't do something too sinister!
MEMBERS:
It appears a few of you have not been around lately which has held up the progression of the Events. Seeing as this event is so large I probably should have allowed for more than ten days as it was, so I am expanding the time that this event is open. You all will now have until Monday at 10PM EST to complete this event. Once this event closes you all will have an almost two week break from events to get some free roleplaying going. Gif chats, para's all that fun stuff! :)
Event Two is officially open. You will have ten days to complete this event, that means you have until Thursday the 16th at 10PM EST. Stay tuned to the Events page for further updates and possible plot surprises throughout the event.
Members I have managed to send SOME of you your prompts out. For the rest of you prompts will be coming as the day goes on. Event two will OFFICIALLY OPEN TONIGHT @ 10PM EST. I will have all prompts out by 4pm EST this afternoon/evening. Event two is a bit larger than Event one so it will remain open for 10 days.
Our Wicked Witch I am not sure if our messages to you are going through, if you are unable to see messages from us please let us know by re-blogging this post and writing at the bottom that you cannot receive messages.
//Is there going to be a second WDRPG event? I’m so lost… was the wrap-up my cue to go and start wreaking havoc? xD Somebody help LOL
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The insufferable sounds of this realms enchanted inhabitants was enough to drive one to the absolute brink of insanity. It was simply too bad that horrific Regina had come down with an attack of conscience. Ever since that bitch had brought a child into her life it was as if she actually cared about these insufferable people. Her powers and abilities becoming nothing more than a complete and utter waste. She could have had it all but instead she chose to save these horrific wastes of space and giving up her own happiness in turn. Elphaba's features creased with sadness, her ruby red lips cast downward in a deep. Her features remained cast in deep emotion, her beautiful green face reflecting back at her from the mirror she'd cursed. She stood like that for a moment before a loud and hearty laugh ripped from the bottom of her stomach, escaping with vengeance through her lips. Cackling as the peasants of Oz had called it the woman that would become the new Queen walked towards her balcony to look out over her queen-dom.
Clenching a clear vile with her long and luxurious fingernails the green-skinned witch allowed her own unique version of a curse to escape the pretty little thing. While Regina had had some very good idea's she didn't know how to follow through with anything. That bitch's daughter Snow White wasn't going to get her happily ever that fast. Regina, well, Regina's curse was going be something very fun for Elphaba. Instead of being in charge the raven haired beauty with a control complex was going to have just a small bit of power while still having to submit to another person. The mere thought of it brought complete and utter delight to her features. And Belle, oh the imp's little lover was going to be greeted with some delightful memories. A loveless marriage and a dead child that would cause her to walk around with a perpetual broken heart.
The suffering she would cause brought joy to Elphaba's heart as she thought of each and every person that was going to have their happiness taken away from them. This time for good, she, unlike Regina, wasn't going to go soft. Smoke as green as her skin billowed forth from her bottle. Finally, she thought happily, finally it was beginning. The bottle glowed a deep and hearty emerald before the fog enveloped her before swallowing up every inch of the Enchanted Forest. This was it, her just desserts, her rightful place as ruler was finally going to begin and every single person was going to be her most loyal of subjects! Robin's right hand woman Mulan would no longer have anything to do with him. And that precious baby Aurora loved was going to be out of her life for good while Phillip and the lesbian warrior princess raised it together. But it was Snow White's memories of being cheated on and left by her prince while pregnant that carried her happily through the realms until her feet finally landed on the solid and cold Maine ground.
Stay tuned members...
Because the wickedest of them all has something up her sleeves for this evening.
He knew something more than he was telling her and she would be damned if the rat bastard kept it to himself any longer. Anger rose from within the pixie as she transformed into her human size. Once again something that the Mother Superior of all things Fairy related had told her not to do. Tink didn't care though. She'd saved all of their asses so if she wanted to confront Neal about the Wicked Witch and the coming curse in a normal size she would damn well do it. Without so much as bothering to knock the blonde made her way inside the man's house. "You've held the Ruby Slippers psycho witch is after?" Lithe fingers poked Neal's chest -- kind of hard too, the man thought with an annoying sigh.
How Tink of all people had found out about his past connection with the Witch she would never know. Not that he really knew all that much about the green-skinned psychopath that seemed to have taken over Regina's life. Just a little bit more than the rest of the group did and that was simply due to his travels between realms before settling in the one without magic. "Hello to you too." He mocked before sitting back down at his kitchen table to drink his coffee. "Not nearly as satisfying as Starbucks, perhaps you could use some of that fairy dust to beam us one here." Tink simply glowered. Apparently this wasn't the best time for jokes, Neal thought as he took another sip. "To answer your question: yes I have seen the Ruby Red Slippers before but I don't know where they are now. If I did I would have used them to get out of this God Forsaken land so I could go see Emma and my son."
Event Update:
Due to the amount of story in this event I have decided to keep it running for seven days as opposed to the originally planned five days. That means everyone in the group has until 10PM EST Friday January 3'rd, 2014 to finish their scenes.
Okay Wickedest Desires Members! You have all received your prompts. Our first ever Event begins RIGHT NOW. You will have 5-7 days to complete this event and stay tuned throughout for para's from this page letting you know What the Wicked Witch is thinking of all of you trying to fight her will.
