Post by LadyShalott on Sept 1, 2010 22:50:53 GMT -6
Title: Easier to Run
Rating: T
Required amount of roleplayers: 1
Main characters: OC, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka
Characters needed: Takashi, Tamaki, Kyouya, Hikaru
Genres: Friendship, drama, romance, comfort
Basic plot: Jamie Hillcrest, a highly wanted american girl, has been on the run from the police for two years when she finds herself in Japan, and starts to go by as a boy with the name of Keiro Peters. What happens when she meets the crazy airheaded blonde, Tamaki Suoh? And how will she react when the crazy Tamaki takes her in and lets the commoner girl go to Ouran High School? What about the other Host members? And what will happen when they find out about who she really is, and what she's done that's so awful, she's been running from the police? Only time will tell.
Other notes: Please keep it in third person. And please keep it fairly literate. And try and stay in character for Kyouya and Takashi as much as possible.
RP start//
All she could remember was flashing lights, barking dogs, yells for people to stop, and running.
She didn't mean to do it this time, honestly! But why would anyone believe her, especially with the records she has? And not to mention she was running from them. So that, itself, automatically was against her. "Stop right there! Don't go any further!" the voices called to her again. But she didn't stop, she continued running from the Law, damning herself even more with every footstep.
"Don't move! You're being under arrest!" the voice called again. You may be asking why she isn't stopping, she couldn't of done anything THAT bad, right? Well, wrong. Out of everything she's done in the past, this had to absolutely be the worst- the worst because it was an accident, and no one would believe her because of her criminal record. And because it would leave her truly and utterly heartbroken.
"Gotta. . ." she panted slightly, turning a sharp right, "Gotta get away," she spoke to herself, continuing to run from the police behind her when suddenly she heard something taking flight. Causing her to stop and look up, "Whoa," she murmured silently, watching the large airplane fly above her and into the sky. She gawked with her icicle blue eyes for a moment more, before regaining her senses from hearing the dog bark behind her, and started running towards the airport at full speed; dodging and avoiding all the people she came running past while murmuring an 'Excuse me,' and 'Pardon me' in the process; roughly receiving some rude comments from the older people, and then some other comments such as 'Watch where you're walking!' in the process, but she didn't care. She just had to get away.
"Quick! Stop her!" the policemen yelled behind her, which only caused her to run faster. Slipping through the large, glass sliding doors into the huge airport; from glances it looked as if it was something only people who were millionaires could go to. But she didn't have enough time to look around at it and thoroughly observe it, she had to get away, and that's all that was on her mind.
"Miss," someone said to her, it sounded as a distant murmur; but she wasn't paying attention, she had to keep running- she didn't care where, just somewhere, "Miss!" the voice exclaimed, a little louder, it made her question why exactly it was here. "Excuse me, miss!"
Nearly bolting upwards, the girl quickly opened her eyes from the horrible, horrible dream she was having; and looked at the flight attendant beside her, "Oh, uh," wiping her eyes with the dirty, brown sleeve of her sweater- it looked old, and it looked like it hasn't been washed in months. But, nonetheless, it fit her perfectly; and, even though it hid her small chest, it was still obvious she was a girl- but she wasn't sure whether or not she was thankful of this. What she did know was, though, that once she could, she had to go to a computer library and hack into, along with editing, or at least deleting, her records, "Yes, ma'am?" she asked curiously, looking up at the plane assistant with that cute, innocent, and kind look she has managed to perfect over the past couple of years.
Smiling, the assistant pushed her short brown hair behind her ear, closing her light brown eyes, "The planes stopped, dear. I figured you'd want to get off before we head back to america," the girl -Known as Kokoro from her name tag- responded in a light Japanese accent.
"Huh? Oh," the girl responded, and nodded politely at the assistant, "Thank you, ma'am," the brunette then stood up from her seat, adjusting the small bag she had with her to her other shoulder as she looked down at the short girl once she stood. The american was fairly tall for a seventeen year old girl, standing firmly at a five foot seven in height, which caused her to look down on the short Japanese girl in front of her, "And thank you for your kind assistance," then, before Kokoro could respond, she walked past the plane assistant and walked past the formerly occupied seats and out the door of the plane. But, before she took the time to observe where she was, she walked down the stairs, and started for the entrance of the Airport.
The girl looked very pretty, she had light Caucasian skin that wasn't tanned, but it wasn't pale either- it was just right; a slightly round, but fairly feminine face shape, with wide, innocent looking icicle blue eyes, with a light green tint to them; a slightly thin but straight nose that complemented her features very well, and thin lips that add on to her face a lot; she has long light brown hair that stopped bellow her shoulder blades, and a little above the middle of her back that has natural dark brown highlights in it, and a side bang that was pushed to the left that covers her left eye slightly. Her chest size, though, was fairly small, and just barely in a cup; which, honestly, she was happy about. The only thing that was put off about her appearance, though, was that it was obvious she was underweight- only weighing a mere 115 lbs, which made her look nearly anorexic, but still she was very pretty nonetheless. She was wearing a fairly simple outfit, which consisted of brownish-looking, formerly pure white tinnies-shoes, slightly dirty blue flair jeans, that had multiple grass, dirt, and stains of many other things, and finally, she had on a dirty brown v-neck sweater with a black semi-baggy short sleeved shirt underneath with a hood that was currently pulled up, hiding her face from everyone else.
This is Jamie Hillcrest, a girl from America who was wanted for committing a terrible crime.
Sighing, Jamie walked into the airport, her eyes locked to the ground as she past faces and people speaking a familiar language- it wasn't her mother language, she knows. But it was a language which could've been her mother language if she wasn't born in America. This automatically told you where this girl was, she was in Japan; and, most likely, she was in specifically Tokyo Japan.
"First stop, another country, complete," she murmured to herself in English, walking past people of all kind, "Second stop, changing all of my records, incomplete," she then walked towards the big glass doors of the airport, and walked through, stopping a little ways from the exit, in the middle of the street, and looked up, "Third stop, changing my name, incomplete," she sighed and looked up, observing the city; which, led her to find out she was correct, that she was in Tokyo, "Fourth stop, starting anew in Tokyo, Japan, incomplete" looking to the side, she closed her eyes; she knew that people would be on the lookout for an American girl in Tokyo Japan, and she didn't want that- so she'd have to change that, "No. That will be my fifth stop, fourth stop, changing my look, and disguising myself as a boy until I'm free of charge," she sighed, and moved her vision range to the ground in front of her, "Incomplete."
Rating: T
Required amount of roleplayers: 1
Main characters: OC, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka
Characters needed: Takashi, Tamaki, Kyouya, Hikaru
Genres: Friendship, drama, romance, comfort
Basic plot: Jamie Hillcrest, a highly wanted american girl, has been on the run from the police for two years when she finds herself in Japan, and starts to go by as a boy with the name of Keiro Peters. What happens when she meets the crazy airheaded blonde, Tamaki Suoh? And how will she react when the crazy Tamaki takes her in and lets the commoner girl go to Ouran High School? What about the other Host members? And what will happen when they find out about who she really is, and what she's done that's so awful, she's been running from the police? Only time will tell.
Other notes: Please keep it in third person. And please keep it fairly literate. And try and stay in character for Kyouya and Takashi as much as possible.
RP start//
All she could remember was flashing lights, barking dogs, yells for people to stop, and running.
She didn't mean to do it this time, honestly! But why would anyone believe her, especially with the records she has? And not to mention she was running from them. So that, itself, automatically was against her. "Stop right there! Don't go any further!" the voices called to her again. But she didn't stop, she continued running from the Law, damning herself even more with every footstep.
"Don't move! You're being under arrest!" the voice called again. You may be asking why she isn't stopping, she couldn't of done anything THAT bad, right? Well, wrong. Out of everything she's done in the past, this had to absolutely be the worst- the worst because it was an accident, and no one would believe her because of her criminal record. And because it would leave her truly and utterly heartbroken.
"Gotta. . ." she panted slightly, turning a sharp right, "Gotta get away," she spoke to herself, continuing to run from the police behind her when suddenly she heard something taking flight. Causing her to stop and look up, "Whoa," she murmured silently, watching the large airplane fly above her and into the sky. She gawked with her icicle blue eyes for a moment more, before regaining her senses from hearing the dog bark behind her, and started running towards the airport at full speed; dodging and avoiding all the people she came running past while murmuring an 'Excuse me,' and 'Pardon me' in the process; roughly receiving some rude comments from the older people, and then some other comments such as 'Watch where you're walking!' in the process, but she didn't care. She just had to get away.
"Quick! Stop her!" the policemen yelled behind her, which only caused her to run faster. Slipping through the large, glass sliding doors into the huge airport; from glances it looked as if it was something only people who were millionaires could go to. But she didn't have enough time to look around at it and thoroughly observe it, she had to get away, and that's all that was on her mind.
"Miss," someone said to her, it sounded as a distant murmur; but she wasn't paying attention, she had to keep running- she didn't care where, just somewhere, "Miss!" the voice exclaimed, a little louder, it made her question why exactly it was here. "Excuse me, miss!"
Nearly bolting upwards, the girl quickly opened her eyes from the horrible, horrible dream she was having; and looked at the flight attendant beside her, "Oh, uh," wiping her eyes with the dirty, brown sleeve of her sweater- it looked old, and it looked like it hasn't been washed in months. But, nonetheless, it fit her perfectly; and, even though it hid her small chest, it was still obvious she was a girl- but she wasn't sure whether or not she was thankful of this. What she did know was, though, that once she could, she had to go to a computer library and hack into, along with editing, or at least deleting, her records, "Yes, ma'am?" she asked curiously, looking up at the plane assistant with that cute, innocent, and kind look she has managed to perfect over the past couple of years.
Smiling, the assistant pushed her short brown hair behind her ear, closing her light brown eyes, "The planes stopped, dear. I figured you'd want to get off before we head back to america," the girl -Known as Kokoro from her name tag- responded in a light Japanese accent.
"Huh? Oh," the girl responded, and nodded politely at the assistant, "Thank you, ma'am," the brunette then stood up from her seat, adjusting the small bag she had with her to her other shoulder as she looked down at the short girl once she stood. The american was fairly tall for a seventeen year old girl, standing firmly at a five foot seven in height, which caused her to look down on the short Japanese girl in front of her, "And thank you for your kind assistance," then, before Kokoro could respond, she walked past the plane assistant and walked past the formerly occupied seats and out the door of the plane. But, before she took the time to observe where she was, she walked down the stairs, and started for the entrance of the Airport.
The girl looked very pretty, she had light Caucasian skin that wasn't tanned, but it wasn't pale either- it was just right; a slightly round, but fairly feminine face shape, with wide, innocent looking icicle blue eyes, with a light green tint to them; a slightly thin but straight nose that complemented her features very well, and thin lips that add on to her face a lot; she has long light brown hair that stopped bellow her shoulder blades, and a little above the middle of her back that has natural dark brown highlights in it, and a side bang that was pushed to the left that covers her left eye slightly. Her chest size, though, was fairly small, and just barely in a cup; which, honestly, she was happy about. The only thing that was put off about her appearance, though, was that it was obvious she was underweight- only weighing a mere 115 lbs, which made her look nearly anorexic, but still she was very pretty nonetheless. She was wearing a fairly simple outfit, which consisted of brownish-looking, formerly pure white tinnies-shoes, slightly dirty blue flair jeans, that had multiple grass, dirt, and stains of many other things, and finally, she had on a dirty brown v-neck sweater with a black semi-baggy short sleeved shirt underneath with a hood that was currently pulled up, hiding her face from everyone else.
This is Jamie Hillcrest, a girl from America who was wanted for committing a terrible crime.
Sighing, Jamie walked into the airport, her eyes locked to the ground as she past faces and people speaking a familiar language- it wasn't her mother language, she knows. But it was a language which could've been her mother language if she wasn't born in America. This automatically told you where this girl was, she was in Japan; and, most likely, she was in specifically Tokyo Japan.
"First stop, another country, complete," she murmured to herself in English, walking past people of all kind, "Second stop, changing all of my records, incomplete," she then walked towards the big glass doors of the airport, and walked through, stopping a little ways from the exit, in the middle of the street, and looked up, "Third stop, changing my name, incomplete," she sighed and looked up, observing the city; which, led her to find out she was correct, that she was in Tokyo, "Fourth stop, starting anew in Tokyo, Japan, incomplete" looking to the side, she closed her eyes; she knew that people would be on the lookout for an American girl in Tokyo Japan, and she didn't want that- so she'd have to change that, "No. That will be my fifth stop, fourth stop, changing my look, and disguising myself as a boy until I'm free of charge," she sighed, and moved her vision range to the ground in front of her, "Incomplete."