|| Territory Nine RP with CW-POOF || Closed ||

^{Greetings friends and strangers.}

I've created a role-play called Territory Nine, and I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in doing a one-on-one based off of the general overview of this world? If you have any other plot ideas, I'm open to those too. The same rules still apply to this for the most part. Please let me know if you're interested! ^u^

Note: the group RP is open as well, but I'm also looking for one-on-one role-plays, whether based off of Territory Nine's universe or not. ^u^

https://www.notebook.ai/forum/futuristic/territory-nine-dystopian-rp-pg-13-open-for-sign-ups

Hello!!

Hello!!

Hi there! ^u^

May I join?

Of course you may! Have you read the description of Territory Nine's world, or would you like me to tell you what it is? We don't have to do one based off of this, but that was my idea. If you have other ideas or suggestions, we can try those too!

Also, do you want to just do a one-on-one, or would you like to wait and see if there is anyone else interested? In which case, we would do a small group. I am absolutely fine with either! ^u^

I read the description, and I think it's very cool!!! Could we just do a one-on-one?? I tend to get a bit lost in group rps, sorry

No need for apologies! I was hoping for a one on one, as I have the same problem. I just know some people do prefer a group, so I thought I'd offer. Alright! Great. I think this will be a lot of fun. So, let's see… do you want to do it directly based off of the same plot as Territory Nine (the roleplay, not the universe), or would you like for us to come up with a different plot located in the same universe? If that makes any sense…
Either works for me! ^u^
Also, how many characters would you like to start with? I usually do anywhere from two to six each, but that varies, and I honestly don't mind either way. :)

Could we just do the same plot? My brain is a bit dry at the moment lol.

I could manage to do two characters, but I haven't role played multiple people at once for a while so I might not be the best since I'm a little rusty.

I haven't roleplayed in a really long time either, so no worries!
That works perfectly for me. ^u^

Great!!

Also, I'm usually better with responses, today is just a day where I keep getting pulled away

No worries! I know how it is to be busy, so it's not going to be a problem if you can't post immediately every time. >u<
So, what all do we need to establish before we begin?🤔😁
We already know the plot and stuff. We'll just see how it goes as we RP. Do you need some time to think about your characters or do you already know which ones you'll use?

I have some I might use, but I don't have them on here. Want me to send a summery??

Sure! A short bio (or a bio or whatever length you prefer) would be fine! ^-^ It's late here, and I have classes in the morning, so I will probably send information on my characters tomorrow. I'll start with two also, to keep it even. I may even start with one, because I'm one of those people who gets attached to random side characters and sometimes makes them important later on. 😂

Okay, thanks!!

Sheena Ramone: The loud, awkward, stubborn chick that, despite not wanting to grow up, always ends up be the tired mom friend. Rebellious, but do not mistake that for confidence. She hides a very deep seated self hatred hidden under layers of yelling, stubbornness, pure rage, swear words, and a whole lotta coffee.

Anarchy Lyndon: Intellectually? Very smart!!! Knows a lot!!!!! Creative as hell!!!! Impulsively? A dumb ass. Needs constant supervision, mainly from her childhood friend Sheena. Six feet of rage and sarcasm. Has one mouth and two hands and she uses them to say the fuck word and make rude gestures at authority figures.

I love the characters. I think this will be great. The only thing I ask is that maybe you could try not to use the really strong language? In essence, the f word. Maybe go with the alternative of @!#$ it out.

I'll be posting my characters as soon as I get home. ^-^

Okay!!

To sum him up, Nicodemus Pike is a kind-hearted guy with anger issues and a constant struggle between getting close to people and distrusting them. He's a bit impulsive at times, intelligent, good with his hands, and competitive. I will make a second character too, but this is my first boyo.

I love him

Yippee skippee! So, after I get my second character ready (which I can do really quickly), should we start?

Here we go.

When do you want to start?

I'm so sorry, I left early to go with my family and fell asleep before I could tell you!!!! We can start whenever you're good to go.

Okay! Well, I'm ready. ^u^ Would you like me to make the first post?

Yes, please!

Okiedokie!!!

Nicodemus Pike sank back into the cushioned seat on the train as it raced over the track, speeding so fast that everything beyond the 18-year-old boy's window was nothing but a blur of barren landscape occasionally dotted with a half-dead tree or two. The motion made his stomach churn; he pressed a button on the wall that allowed an automatic shade to cover the window, blocking his view of the outside world.
He knew he hadn't been on board the train long, but it felt like an eternity. Of course it did, because he was dreading the destination: Territory Nine. How had he failed his Analysis so miserably? He'd been so certain he would make it– he'd been so sure–
He clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes shut. What did his family think of him? His friends? He'd never know; none of them had gotten scores as low as he did.
He knew he had to distract himself. He slowly opened his eyes, drawing in a breath. He glanced around the huge, well-decorated cab of the train. Everything was top-quality, clean and tidy. The passengers were supplied with their basic necessities for the time being, but Nico knew it wouldn't be this way long. Everyone always said that Territories Eight, Nine, and Ten were awful labor camps. Eating and drinking abundantly wouldn't be an option there.
Nico scanned the faces of the other passengers in his car; everyone in this cab would be headed to the same place he was, and he was curious to see whether or not they shared his level of misery.

It sucked.
It sucked bad.
Fenton Monroe sat on the second-to-front row of seats in the Territory Nine travel car, reminiscing over his failure. His shoes were propped on the back of the chair in front of him, probably smearing muddy shoe-prints over the back of it, but it really didn't matter. There were more pressing matters– like the fact that he– Fenton, one of the most intelligent people in his class back at the School– was headed to a shabby labor camp on the far end of the country.
It could've been worse; at least he wasn't going to Territory Ten, right?
He opened a bag of expired peanuts that he'd found underneath his seat and popped it open. He dug his fingers into the bag and began to devour the nuts. The damage of his failure had been done, and there was no going back. He might as well enjoy a snack.
Fenton peered over his shoulder at the rows of seats. There were several other people in the cab, all heading to the same place he was.
They were all headed to Territory Nine.

Sheena

Sheena sat in the car, keeping her face blank. She failed. Did she think she would? A bit, probably. She fidgeted slightly, glancing around, twisting her black hair around her finger. Her heart was still pounding in her ears. Area Nine. The words still danced in her head, almost mocking her. Area Nine! Area Nine! Area Nine! She blinked slightly, looking down at where a sleeping Anarchy was shifting on her shoulder. At least they were still able to stick together. I hope.

Anarchy

Anarchy had made herself fall asleep early in the train ride so she wouldn't panic. It very much did not work. Her sleep was restless, and her dreams were nightmares of the worst case scenarios. She jumped awake, swearing a bit. "Why did I think sleeping was a good idea?" She mumbled, running a hand through ginger hair,

He could see the worry written on the faces of the other passengers, imagining that he himself probably looked even more sickened. His mind wouldn't rest, despite the attempts he had made to calm himself. He contemplated on speaking to the other passengers– but, no. He refrained, biting his lip. How could he bring himself to make conversation when he felt like he was going to pass out from stress?

"Peanuts, anyone?" Fenton asked, waving his expired snacks around– despite the fact that no one was within reaching distance of him. His question was rather loud, disrupting the silence of the train car. "They're honey roasted."

Sheena

Sheena looked up at the boy offering peanuts. "No, thank you." She said softly. "I'm afraid I don't have much on an appetite." She said forced a smile.

Anarchy

Anarchy looked up. "Yes, please." She said, getting up and going over to get a few. "Who are you?"

He watched the others with interest, debating on whether or not to engage in conversation with them. They didn't look like they belonged here any more than he did. Surely, some mistake was made to bring them to this place. They couldn't have scored that low, could they?

"The name's Fenton Monroe," he responded, handing her the stale peanuts. He offered her a wide grin. "And you are..?"