Left at the Altar
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Left at the Altar
Left at the Altar
You belong to one of the richest families in the world. Of course you're just living the high life. Partying, endless shopping, traveling the world, hanging out with celebrities - until today.
You get on your yacht, all set for a good time, when suddenly a huge storm rolls in. Everything is chaotic, and then . . . it's all black.
You wake up on an island . . . and you can't see your boat anywhere. Welcome to your new life.
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Shadow's Characters
Full Name: Kim Lillith Smits
Nicknames: Kim only.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: French, Italian, Irish.
Looks: Skinny and pale with long, wavy, glossy red hair. Chocolate brown eyes with flecks of pale gold. Long eyelashes. Freckles on her cheeks, but they don’t mar her pretty face. Typically wears skinny jeans and Aeropostale t-shirts with Converse, and never wears any makeup beyond black eyeliner. Small nose. Hairy arms; the hair’s pale and thin, but definitely there. Usually paints her nails to match her shirt, never pink but frequently orange.
Temperament: Tomboyish, fun-loving, reckless, disrespectful to adults.
Likes: Having fun, boys, being rich, driving, parties.
Dislikes: Formal dining situations, getting wet, control freaks, television, vegetables.
Fears: Anything to do with water - tsunamis, tornados, sharks, drowning, etc.
Abilities: A natural at driving.
Mother: Anna Marie Smits
Father: George Ronald Smits
Siblings: None
Children: None
History: Good life, she can’t complain - she just wishes they could’ve gone to a Burgerking for once.
Occupation: None
Other: To be played in teal.
Full Name: Brian Daniel Heisser
Nicknames: Bry
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Scottish, Australian.
Looks: Tall and muscular with tan skin. Pale blonde hair, a few inches long, with streaks of red. Blue-gray eyes with flecks of gray and black, barely visible, even up close. Ovular face, usually smiling. Big feet, size fifteen. Typically wears sunglasses and leather jackets because he thinks they make him look cool. His favorite thing to wear is his Rolex watch.
Temperament: Haughty, lazy, friendly enough.
Likes: Expensive clothes, motorcycles, Barnes & Noble, video games, beer.
Dislikes: working, cold weather, dating, bonfires, preppy girls.
Fears: Though you’d never guess it, that he’ll end up an old bachelor.
Abilities: Making most girls swoon.
Mother: Kayleigh Amanda Heisser
Father: Steve Michael Heisser
Siblings: Tara Mitchie Heisser, two years younger.
Children: None
History: Never did anything important, though he never got along well with his family.
Occupation: None
Other: To be played in darkorange.
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((RESERVED))
((Oh my goodness I can’t find my characters!! I saved it to my computer! NOOOO!))
((I’ll reserve anyway for when I find it from the dark abyss who starts?))
((Oh my goodness I can’t find my characters!! I saved it to my computer! NOOOO!))
((I’ll reserve anyway for when I find it from the dark abyss who starts?))
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((If you could start, that would be great.
Psst - I think I have your characters in my savebox, so check our old PM convos. ^^))
Psst - I think I have your characters in my savebox, so check our old PM convos. ^^))
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((Erin in purple and Harvey in Cyan))
I woke up to the sound of music blaring from my neighbor house; I went ahead and got up anyways. I put on a tank top, with a leather jacket then a pair of shorts, followed by flip flops. I slid down the banister into the kitchen and grabbed a fiber one bar and a Monster energy drink for Harvey. I grabbed my keys and my sunglasses and walked out the door feeling the hot sun; it was the perfect time to head to the docks. Getting into my blue with Shelby stripes, convertible mustang I slipped on my sunglasses. The best part about the car was the engine, it could sing. I turned t on hearing, and I revved it up a few times. After that little session I tore out of the driveway.
I had been at the docks all morning cleaning up my Yacht. Whipping, waxing, and organizing. It gets pretty tiring and aggravating when I see a totally new spot. After I went through that I sat back and brain stormed all the places we could go. If I had a better engine it would run faster, and we could go anywhere. But no my parents were out of town. Lucky me but at the same time not so much.
I woke up to the sound of music blaring from my neighbor house; I went ahead and got up anyways. I put on a tank top, with a leather jacket then a pair of shorts, followed by flip flops. I slid down the banister into the kitchen and grabbed a fiber one bar and a Monster energy drink for Harvey. I grabbed my keys and my sunglasses and walked out the door feeling the hot sun; it was the perfect time to head to the docks. Getting into my blue with Shelby stripes, convertible mustang I slipped on my sunglasses. The best part about the car was the engine, it could sing. I turned t on hearing, and I revved it up a few times. After that little session I tore out of the driveway.
I had been at the docks all morning cleaning up my Yacht. Whipping, waxing, and organizing. It gets pretty tiring and aggravating when I see a totally new spot. After I went through that I sat back and brain stormed all the places we could go. If I had a better engine it would run faster, and we could go anywhere. But no my parents were out of town. Lucky me but at the same time not so much.
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((Wait, I has a question. xD I can't remember how we were gonna go into this. Do they all know each other? And are they arranging to meet each other at the yacht?))
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((All right. I'll work on a reply for later - I promised my bro I'd get off quickly, or I'd reply now. xD Sorry!))
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-----Kim squinted at herself in the mirror. Geez. Maybe I should wear makeup this time . . . But after a few more moments of staring at herself, she sighed, shook her head, and turned from the mirror. She was as ready as she’d ever be.
-----She rummaged through her purse with one hand, tugging absently on the thin strap of her tanktop with the other. Water . . . check. Food, check. Money, check - and plenty of it. That was pretty much all she’d be needing, though she always brought a bit of makeup and nail supplies, lest she chip a nail in public. It had been her mom’s suggestion originally, but Kim had to admit it was a good one.
-----Right . . . so, to the docks! At the very thought of that, fear made its way onto her face. Stupid, stupid water . . . why had she ever decided to meet her friends there?
-----Shoving his hands in the pocket of his jean shorts, Brian made his way down towards the docks, face rather dull. I can’t believe my parents tried to make me work! He shook his head and kicked at a stray pebble, knocking it off of the sidewalk. Some people could just be so weird.
-----She rummaged through her purse with one hand, tugging absently on the thin strap of her tanktop with the other. Water . . . check. Food, check. Money, check - and plenty of it. That was pretty much all she’d be needing, though she always brought a bit of makeup and nail supplies, lest she chip a nail in public. It had been her mom’s suggestion originally, but Kim had to admit it was a good one.
-----Right . . . so, to the docks! At the very thought of that, fear made its way onto her face. Stupid, stupid water . . . why had she ever decided to meet her friends there?
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-----Shoving his hands in the pocket of his jean shorts, Brian made his way down towards the docks, face rather dull. I can’t believe my parents tried to make me work! He shook his head and kicked at a stray pebble, knocking it off of the sidewalk. Some people could just be so weird.
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