Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

(wait wAT?! * to myself: are they gonna kill him, pleasenopleasenopleaseno…. * whimpers *)

( lol! Just waiting for Irish_dancer to reply )

(i love roleplay)

(Peter better not die lol)

Macha had disappeared into the clouds, dragging Amber along with her. Skylar felt accomplished. At least Amber was safe, she was so innocent. From the sky she heard a faint buzzing noise. Looking up she saw nothing, but when she strained her eyes, she saw a tiny helicopter in the distance. She wasn't sure if it was Ace, or if it were from the R.A.C or what, but it was coming fast. Before she knew it, the helicopter had reached the street, and a few seconds to late, she realized that it was, in fact, not Ace. Bullets protruded from the helicopter, showering the street with them. From out of no where, Peter came dashing in, and threw himself over her, stretching out his huge wings for protection. Skylar fell to the ground, scraping her hands in the process. She looked up, eyes wide with horror, watching the scene unfolding before her.

Multiple people dropped down, spewing with blood. Screams and cries echoed throughout the street, and plenty others were running for protection. Skylar's stomach churned, and she almost threw up her ham sandwich from lunch. She forced herself to look away, wiping the blood from her hands. She remembered all to well the incident from exactly one year ago;

The scene was pretty much the same. Blood, people, death, the whole kit. Bullets were coming down like this, too. They had all run for cover, but a bullet was coming right towards her and Jean had jumped in front of her, always the heroic type. "JEAN" She yelled, running to her, crying. "Sky it's okay. I will be alright. At least you didn't die, like I know you would, you clutz." she laughed hoarsely. "Jean. Please, promise me you'll be alright." Sky pleaded, salty tears running down her face. She smiled. "I promise, Sky. Here, have this ring. No matter where you are, you will always be able to talk to me. Just double tap the ring and say my name. I will always answer." "Jean…" she said, taking the ring and sliding it onto her left pinky finger. "Please." Sky moaned, holding onto her best friend's hand. Jean's boyfriend, Jacob had pulled her away and promised that he would get her to a hospital safe. Skylar trusted him. Halfway through the journey, an officer from the R.A.C had intercepted them and took Jean, still bleeding out. He pulled her to the middle of the street, tied her to a pole, and took out a cane. Skylar tried to run out to save her, but Jacob pulled her back, promising that Jean would be okay.

From across the street, Skylar could hear Jean's moans as the cane hit her face and limbs. She heard the deafening crack as each of her ribs broke in turn, and the officer's cruel laugh. All of a sudden, Jean went still, and the whipping stopped. He untied her, and she crumpled to the ground, motionless.

Screaming, Skylar ran out and grabbed Jean, rocking her back and forth, though she was dead. Jacob had come to see her, but Sky had exploded with fury, and punched him multiple times in every possible place she could think of. Finally, she stopped, him writhing on the ground. she put her foot on him. "Why. Did. You. Let. Him. Take. Her!" She growled, stomping on him with every syllable. "I.. Coul.. Dn't…. Sto… P.. Him." He wheezed, wincing when Skylar moved. "Please, just kill me." He begged, looking up at her pitifully. Skylar laughed. "And put you out of your misery? I think not." She kicked him one last time for good measure and walked away into the woods. That was the last she ever heard of him. And she never talked about Jean again.

As Peter lay over her, she snapped out of her daze. "No, Peter! Please just go find a safe place to hide until I give further instructions. I can't have anyone else die protecting me." She shoved him away, and pulled him into the cupcakery, where no one would see them in the back. "Please. Just stay here. Don't go anywhere. I can't risk you dying, too." Her eyes started to tear up, but she wiped them with her sleeve and turned around. "I will be back in 10 minutes. If I'm not, don't come looking for me. Go back with Macha ONLY when it is safe. See ya." she walked through the doorway, and into the woods, avoiding contact and risk that anybody would see her.

Peter opened his mouth to say something before she left, his heart thumping faster than his brain could process. Being dragged into the store was just a vague, terrifying blur, hands trembling with his outlandish adrenaline. Now that he was alone, and out of the chaos, he.. began to feel.. a horrible, sickening feeling churning in his stomach and burning his side. It brought him down to the floor in whimpers, concealing himself with his own wings.

(Woah…I forget abt this for a few days and it's all gone without me. I guess I'll just read from the sidelines. XD Hurriedly goes back to where I left off)

Macha wanted to throw up. This was all her fault. As she twisted and dove, finally losing the helicopter, overwhelming torrents of guilt and tears threatening to drown her in self-loathing. She landed safely at her hideout after taking a few detours, and set Amber down gently. Pulling a battered cell phone from her pocket, she called 911. Tears streaming down her cheeks, she explained that a helicopter had come from nowhere, showering the street below with bullets and injuring or even killing people. She gave the address and hung up before they could ask her name, leaving a note for Amber and, seeing that Rhea was nowhere to be found, she assumed that she was with Ace.

Macha clenched her fists until her long nails cut into her palms. Why had she done that? Why had she risked everything for a bracelet? Because that bracelet was from Fae., her brain answered back. And without it, you would've lost all 105 gargoyle spies, and would be powerless to stop the R.A.C. from murdering anyone else. Disgusted at herself for trying to make the situation seem any less her fault, Macha wiped the bitter tears from her eyes and took off again, ignoring the deep ache in her arms and wings. She was determined to make things better.

(sure, go ahead @Mish!)

(@Topaz , do you think there might be any way for me to still join in? The story lines gotten a bit confusing for me, so I'm not sure where to plop a character in. ^~^;)

(for sure! maybe bump in to @cookies&cream's character Luna and work on that particular thread of the story, or in any other way you like? make sure you read everything that's happened so far just in case tho :D)
(could you also re-explain your character please?)

(Ooh, thanks for the idea! I'll take a look at her story line and see what I can do.

I never actually explained my character, but I will be sure to give an introduction! ^-^)

(awesome! remember: this whole thing is one huge cooperation, so keep it friendly and polite :3)

(i won't be posting until omorrow at 4 again, sorry.)

(Will do! ^-^
My character's name is Bennjamin Shelly. He's 24, but looks like he's 17. Ben is around 6'2''. He kinda looks like an older version of Noah Schnapp, with a slightly over-grown, wavy, light brown hair (Hair style reference: think young Troye Sivan, but longer.) that's usually covered by a beanie with just the fringe sticking out. Super casually dressed, jeans, t-shirt, hoodie, and sneakers. Wears a TON of rubber bracelets. Underneath it all, however is a mech suit with prosthetic legs (knee down) that was built for him, but he modified himself. He works at the bar so instead of his usual hoodie-Tee combo, he has just a t-shirt and an apron.)

@cookies&cream

"Hannah!" Ben called out, dropping the bag of trash he was supposed to be taking out and sprinting a few yards over to where this young girl, no more than 16, was cowering. Pulling the girl into a hug he spoke again, a bit too loudly, so that the men in front of her could hear, "I was looking all over for you. We were worried sick!" In a softer tone, he whispered into her ear, "Listen, my name is Ben and I'm here to help you okay? Just play along."
Without waiting for an answer he scooped up the 6-pack and tucked it under his arm. "C'mon, Hannah, let's get you back home, Dad's just a block away waiting for us." Ben crouched down, extending his arm out to this strange girl.

EDIT: The "mech suit" that I tiredly typed out earlier isn't actually a full "mech suit", but rather more of a body armor that's work underneath his normal clothes. In it's most simple form, it only goes from his prosthetic feet and lower legs to his lower abdomen. It does not cover his face, arms, or the rest of his body. (Apologies for the confusion. ^^;)

There was so much blood. A few people gasped. Ace paled when he saw a familiar shape. Peter. "Go, go, go!" he urged Zodiac to fly down even faster. "Hold on!" he yelled to the people behind him. Zodiac swooped down and Ace jumped to the ground. His voice cracked, "Do anything you can to save people. If someone is bleeding, bring them to a hospital. I'm counting on you. Everyone is counting on you." and with that everyone jumped off and Ace himself ran as fast as he could towards the store that Peter was in. There was a long trail of blood and Ace couldn't stop thinking if maybe……..No, he couldn't think that. He could never lose hope. "Zodiac!" Ace yelled. She turned her enormous head towards him. "I want you to take out as many helicopters as you can. Also, find Macha." she took off, her bulletproof hide disappearing into the night sky. Ace rushed inside the store and took in the sight of Peter, wrapped in his wings, looking like he was about to die. "Peter?" Ace's voice trembled.

Also, @Lil-Owl, PLEASE DON'T KILL PETER! I will cry. Seriously, I'm like the most faint-hearted person ever.

(cookies and cream won't be coming back to the role play unfortunately. )

skylar bolted through the trees, her hands bleeding and her heart jumping all around in her chest. she grabbed some sticks, rocks, and whatever she could find that could be used as a weapon. Shoving them in her pockets, she suddenly remembered her phone. she must have dropped it! "UGH. This can NOT be happening right now." she mumbled. Not really caring about the phone, she plunged through the trees until she saw the the street again. More people were on the ground, in the sky, the officers from the R.A.C had started to pile up bodies. The stench was remarkable. The streets were emptying out, but the bullets just kept coming faster. Skylar was just about to jump out of the trees when 7 police cars swerved onto the street, and some firetrucks and ambulances. Skylar was happy that somebody had come to help, but secretly she wanted them to come afterwards. "This is my fight.' she thought, but took off for the cupcake shop to see if Peter was all right.

Only his pain-curled legs were visible from the shield he'd made from his wings, trembling. His voice responded to Ace weak and rasping with fear, and a torrent of so many other emotions, and it seemed the onky thing he could manage was a defeated "i'm sah… I'm sorry,"

(Lol, and just like that I'm out again. I guess it's for the best, I fell sick today so I don't think I'll be able to stay up constantly to check on this. I'll just read up later. You guys have fun~ ^-^)

(Aw)

( get well soon! )

(Hope you feel better!)

(Sorry about that :( )

Macha zoomed back to the fight, zipping in between clouds. She spiraled downwards, out of the path of at least 20 bullets and sped through narrow streets and alleyways, the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins giving her exhausted wings the power to propel her forward. She turned a corner and landed, stumbling, but kept going as fast as possible, folding her wings back for extra speed. Macha ran onto the street where the bar was, ran in, and saw Peter on his knees in a pool of blood, body bent over in pain and gorgeous heron's wings riddled with bullet holes. "NO!", she screamed, running to his side. "Peter!" The hot tears came pouring out, streaking across her face rapidly as she frantically searched for a pulse. "No! N-no, this can't be happening!" Macha started checking for other wounds and found bullets lodged all over his body, trying not to plunge into utter hysterics. "Peter? Can you here me?! I-It's all right, you'll– you'll be just fine, listen to me—" An ambulance came riding by fast, sirens loud and clear. "OVER HERE!!", she screamed, waving her arms madly. "HELP! He needs help!", she was half blubbering, half yelling, her throat hoarse, but she didn't care. She didn't notice Ace weeping silently beside her. She barely noticed the three medics that ran in to take him to the ambulance. All that mattered was Peter.
This was all her fault.

His eyes were still open, grey and blue and terrified like a child caught in crossfire. As he was just that at heart. He subdued easily to the paramedic assistants easing him away, wings leaving behind dusty, torn feathers across the floor.

Ace put a hand on her shoulder, and Macha looked up. Her face streaked with tears. Standing up, she spoke in a shaky voice. "This is my fault. I went back for my bracelet like the idiot I am, and Peter could—- could—" She stopped her self, whispering now. "When I lost that bracelet, I panicked. If I don't wear it for more than 24 hours, I lose all contact with the gargoyles. 105 spies, gone. My chance at saving people, gone. So I left. And I found it. But now…" Her eyes filled with tears again.

(@TopazWyrmlet~ @Lil-Owl @Irish_Dancer1102 Thank you guys for the get-well comments! ^u^ <3)

Welcome! =) ))