I'm just gonna wait a few more minutes.
Dystopian... Plz join
group
Ok.
Alyssa Maunet She’s not in the rebellion.
Alright! She's really cool!
This seems really cool. Hey guys!
HEY!
Herro.
I'll write a character description for Nightshade, rn.
(Okie.)
Mine is in rebellion her
(My characters is the only one not in the rebellion. ;-; Oh..OHHHH. Maybe your characters can convince my character to join the rebellion.)
Hm maybe
Ok, who wants to start.
Sure I'll start do we do this in third person or?? this is kinda my first roleplay.
Oh umm yeah. Let's do it in third person.
Isabella finally escaped her horrible mother a week ago but, because her mother has a powerful position in the government the police has been on her trail. She's been staying in alleys at night and in the day she wore a black cape to cover her face. It was starting to get cold and she had no where to stay. She heard of the rebellion run by someone called Nightshade but she was to scared to ask strangers about them.
(Oo that's good. You need to make your character description public.)
ok I'll fix that
(Much better.)
( Haha sorry)
Alyssa sipped her cup of tea contently, watching the news from her couch. Rebels were stupid. Why would they rebel? It just makes their life harder.
Nightshade ran through the streets and ducked into an alley. He bumped into a girl. "Hey sorry."
Isabella traced the lines on the walls of the buildings when she heard foot steps. She gasps and jumps from her sitting position to suddenly be knocked down by a strong force. "Ow" she says "Hey sorry." she looks up in the dark to see a figure standing above her. Her eyes went wide and quickly went back on her feet. "W-who are you" she stuttered realizing she hadn't talked to any one for a long time.
Nightshade faked a smile, "Name is… Zeke."
Isabella looked at the stranger… Zeke he held a fake smile that she could spot a mile away. Her mother would show her the same fake smile everyday. "What are you doing here? You know there is a curfew at 9 right?"
"Yeah, um. Those are the rules for you too," Nightshade asked.
Isabelle didnt know what to say. She stayed silent and just looked at the stranger as the light of the moon finally lit his features. He was young. Maybe a year or two older than her. She took her chances. "Do you know about the rebellion?"