Timberwolf
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"Get her to the emergency room!"
"She's barely breathing!"
"He's broken his leg!" Cries echoed around the street, several peeps had been harmed in the bomb, all of them on a bus headed from High school. What the nurses and doctors didn't notice, was that half of them were missing.
They were lying in a cold, dark room, still unconsious, but unharmed it was a small room, but fit the number of beds for the boys and girls that had so recently been living normal lives going to the public high school. They were all snugly tucked in slightly singed blankets on a squeeky bed with a lumpy mattress. The floor was concrete and there were no windows. The door was slightly ajar and it looked into a dimly light hall. A hidden security camera hung in the corner, and behind the lens was a dark man with a black suit and black shades...
"Don't wake them up until three o clock, Harry." Came a low growl, a man's voice, but almost half like an animal's. Harry grunted his repsonse, which was saying a lot since Harry never spoke to anyone.
In the room, some of the teens were already stirring, but they would not find any other rooms from the hallway, the doors were all locked. Harry did not smile, but his master allowed himself a small grin.
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Okay, this is a take-off of a lot, so, if you don't like cliche, then don't join. (Though I don't like cliche, this isn't intirely cliched, so, I'm good
) also, this IS different from the 'A different rpg...'
You are one (or two) of those kids, I am two of those kids you start when you wake up:
Name: Chase Hunter(don't make fun of his name or he'll pummel you!)
Age: 17
what was in your pocket when taken: ping-pong ball, tin foil, Reeses' Peanut Butter cup, old used movie ticket for The Gaurdian
what you were wearing when taken: khaki cargo pants, gray T-shirt, black BDU jacket...
looks: long-ish blond hair, blue eyes, looks amazingly just like Alex Ryder...lol!
pic:
Name: Celeste Damani(call her Les, she likes that!)
Age: 17
what was in your pocket when taken: a lighter(don't ask) three toothpicks, a valentine from a secret admirer, and a squashed chocolate bar
what you were wearing when taken: boot-cut jeans with sparkly purple flowers climbing up the leg, a khaki and purple T-shirt that says; 'Ask me About my Vow of Silence' a black hoodie, and a purple scrunchy holding up her pony tail
looks: blond hair, gray eyes, cute nose, scattered freckles, VERY long eyelashes-but doesn't use them on guys, sorry!
"She's barely breathing!"
"He's broken his leg!" Cries echoed around the street, several peeps had been harmed in the bomb, all of them on a bus headed from High school. What the nurses and doctors didn't notice, was that half of them were missing.
They were lying in a cold, dark room, still unconsious, but unharmed it was a small room, but fit the number of beds for the boys and girls that had so recently been living normal lives going to the public high school. They were all snugly tucked in slightly singed blankets on a squeeky bed with a lumpy mattress. The floor was concrete and there were no windows. The door was slightly ajar and it looked into a dimly light hall. A hidden security camera hung in the corner, and behind the lens was a dark man with a black suit and black shades...
"Don't wake them up until three o clock, Harry." Came a low growl, a man's voice, but almost half like an animal's. Harry grunted his repsonse, which was saying a lot since Harry never spoke to anyone.
In the room, some of the teens were already stirring, but they would not find any other rooms from the hallway, the doors were all locked. Harry did not smile, but his master allowed himself a small grin.
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Okay, this is a take-off of a lot, so, if you don't like cliche, then don't join. (Though I don't like cliche, this isn't intirely cliched, so, I'm good
) also, this IS different from the 'A different rpg...'You are one (or two) of those kids, I am two of those kids you start when you wake up:
Name: Chase Hunter(don't make fun of his name or he'll pummel you!)
Age: 17
what was in your pocket when taken: ping-pong ball, tin foil, Reeses' Peanut Butter cup, old used movie ticket for The Gaurdian
what you were wearing when taken: khaki cargo pants, gray T-shirt, black BDU jacket...
looks: long-ish blond hair, blue eyes, looks amazingly just like Alex Ryder...lol!
pic:
Name: Celeste Damani(call her Les, she likes that!)
Age: 17
what was in your pocket when taken: a lighter(don't ask) three toothpicks, a valentine from a secret admirer, and a squashed chocolate bar
what you were wearing when taken: boot-cut jeans with sparkly purple flowers climbing up the leg, a khaki and purple T-shirt that says; 'Ask me About my Vow of Silence' a black hoodie, and a purple scrunchy holding up her pony tail
looks: blond hair, gray eyes, cute nose, scattered freckles, VERY long eyelashes-but doesn't use them on guys, sorry!
