Classified: For the Public's Eyes Only! [PG 13] [Always Accepting]

[Luna Lovegood]

[align=center]The year is 2017, the city, New York. You have just been inducted into a top secret government program. The aim; to inject humans with a chemical that will allow them to stop, slow and go back in time. What will this chemical do? They do not know. It cost far too much to test on animals. Will there be adverse effects? most likely, but that is a risk you must take.

 

[spoiler=[size=xx-small]Plot[/size]]

You are a person living in New York City when the government invites you to join a top secret program. The goal of this program is to give humans control over Time itself. Will you take the possibly fatal injection? Will you develop other powers? Only you can know.

 

[spoiler=[size=xx-small]Application[/size]]

[b]Name:[/b]  
[b]Age:[/b]  
[b]Gender:[/b]   
[b]Appearance:[/b]  
[b]Biography:[/b]  
[b]RP Post Example:[/b]  
[b]What is The Answer to Life?:[/b]  

 

[spoiler=[size=xx-small]My Application[/size]]

Name: Christopher Jewels

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance: Chris is average height, approximately 5'10. He has short spiky bleach blonde hair, his blue eyes are a deep ocean blue. His face is long and all of his features well positioned.

Biography: Christopher was raised in central Manhattan, in an expensive condo. His parents were always very well of, with annual personal incomes in the 9 figures. They died in a card crash when Chris was 22, and since then he has taken over the family business, a local chain of 5 star restaurants, though it had also recently included some large big-box stores. Chris has always been outgoing, and athletic. He has an A average and is in his final year of a political science degree.

RP Post Example: Chris stepped outside into the cold air. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He pulled his scarf out of his bag and folded it in half. He put it around his neck and threaded the loose ends through the loop created. He put his hand out and whistled for a taxi. One quickly pulled up to the curb and the window rolled down. Chris saw a man with a gun. "Get in." the man said. Chris realized running wasn't an option, so he opened the door and got in. "No sudden movements, or you'll be meeting your parents." The man said coldly.

 

[spoiler=[size=xx-small]Rules[/size]]

1. I reserve the right to ask any member to not post in this thread at any point.

2. God modding is NOT allowed.

3. If I see any posts that break any forum rule, I will kick the member out.

4. Minimum post length is 4 Sentences.

5. The answer to life is the number of letters in your username + 3.

6. There will only be 1 character controlled by each member to start with.

 

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[Guest Welche]

Name: Welche Morningstar

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Biography: When Welche was young, his mother died in a car crash leaving him alone with his father. Although he and his father had good relations they never had the level of love that most people had. AWhen he was 15 his dad left him, so he began a small shoplifting empire and by his 21st birthday he was in charge of a 2.5 billion dollar empire that operated all over the US. They no longer simply dealt with shoplifting. They had evolved into all sorts of activity, including a legal fast-food chain.

RP Post Example: Welche walked into his office. It was a large room in the downtown area of New York. His company had taken over the top half of the building and Welche had taken the nicest office. As he surveyed New York he wondered if he was meant for anything. He wondered if everything in life had a greater purpose and was only placed on this planet to further their own race.

While he pondered these questions one of his "employes" entered.

"The embargo from Seatle has arrive," said John, the head of arrivals, "should I send it to Mr Davies in Dallas, or keep it in our New York warehouse?"

"Send it to Dallas. I have no time to deal with it."

What is The Answer to Life?: 43

[Luna Lovegood]

Sorry, post example please.

[Guest Welche]

Post updated.

[Luna Lovegood]

Accepted. Just a formality Welche

 

We can start when we have, say, 5 members? so three more

[Spartan919]

Name: Jason Garrison

Age: 24

Gender:

[spoiler=[b]Appearance:[/b]]

Hair is brown, and looks more grown up.

Wears suits a lot, only wears outfits like the above occasionally.

 

Biography: Jason has led a tough life. As a child, he led a life of poverty. On his fifteenth birthday, his mother, his only family, died, leaving Jason to fend for himself. He spent the next three years fighting, saving money, and doing whatever it took to survive. On his eighteenth birthday, Jason was able to buy an apartment and acquired a job as a store clerk. He has worked his way up over the past four years, and is now a manager. Although Jason spends most of his day in an office, he keeps in extremely well shape, and many people consider him really good looking. Many ladies have swooned after him because of his looks, and he keeps his personal history from them if only to spare them some embarrassment.

RP Post Example: Jason looked up at the clock in his office; it was an expensive clock, a silent proclamation to Jason's newfound wealth. The clock read 12:47; it was the middle of his lunch break. He looked at his laptop monitor (also extremely expensive) and sighed. He had to busy to do anything but work for the past week. The company CEO was pushing everybody for no apparent reason. Jason tapped away on his keys, and blinked back a tear. He knew his life would get better; after all, there was nothing worse that he had not already experienced.

What is The Answer to Life?: 42...+1

[Luna Lovegood]

Sure, accepted. 2 more members pl0x

[encapturer]

Name: Eleanor "Elle" Marvin

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: Elle is distinctly African-American. She has soft, rounded face with short black hair. While she is 6 feet tall, her build is rather average, with her weight being regulated by her metabolism and her love of walking. Her wardrobe is varied, though she usually puts on whatever she could find, not really caring how she looks like to other people usually. This sometimes has the effect of her unintentionally drawing attention to herself in public at how strange she appears.

Biography: Elle has always been introverted, though she always made friends throughout her school life. She had a respectable upbringing with a loving family, who she tends to be more expressive around. Currently in her final term in college, she is looking for something to do to make her mark in the world, although she seems to be headed for mediocrity so far. Right now she is studying computer science, and hopes that will help her find her place in the world

RP Post Example: Aldir gasped for air. He had been running for hours, trying to catch up to the others. The forest was getting denser and denser as he continued, and even now, he could feel the eyes of various beasts staring at him. The footsteps of his pursuers could be heard from behind him. Fortunately, it seemed like the others up ahead had stopped to take a break, or maybe they finally decided to fight back. Aldir drew his sword as he approached everyone, hoping that he will be able to stop his pursuers, for good.

What is The Answer to Life?: 43, so it seems

[Skarlet]

Name: Tyla Winchester

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: < This, but the tips of her hair are toffey brown.

Biography: Tyla's early life was a hard one, she was born and raised practically on the streets of London until she was twelve years old, her luck changed when her father inherited a large sum of money from his aunt, so from the age of twelve until she was 16 she lead a good life, however, at 16, circumstances she doesn't speak about lead to her falling pregnant, and subsiquently miss-carrying the child, at this point her family disowned her, leaving her to live on the street again. at the age of 19 she found her way to New York. For the last few years Tyla has tried to find her way in The Big Apple. She has had issues holding down a job and has just lost her job working as a secretary for a small buisness firm that manufactures digital cameras. She's now persuing her artistic and theatrical careers.

RP Post Example: Tyla Winchester woke up in the morning as she always does, blinking twice as she first opens her eyes, looking around her small apartment realizing that nothing's changed all that much, she rolled over and saw the clock ticking away, 9:13 AM!? She jumped to her feet, but almost immediately remembered that she had in fact lost the job that she was supposedly late for. Casually, she got dressed, and checked her schedule, nothing planned, as usual. But wait, at 8 o'clock tonight she had an audition for a small time theater company's production of Hamlet! She dearly wanted to play Ophelia.

Tyla breathed a heavy sigh, this could be her big chance, but who was she kidding? She was just an out of work English woman trying to make it in America. Channeling this doubt she picked up her brushes and her paint and began to conjure another abstract, yet depressing image of human insecurity, some would claim that it was well done, but to Tyla, it was simply her emotions on canvas.

What is The Answer to Life?: 43

[Luna Lovegood]

Both accepted.

 

This Role Playing Game can start as of now

[Skarlet]

OoC: I'm gonna go ahead and use my sample post here if you don't mind, I'll add a bit, but it seems like a decent introduction.

 

Tyla Winchester woke up in the morning as she always does, blinking twice as she first opens her eyes, looking around her small apartment realizing that nothing's changed all that much, she rolled over and saw the clock ticking away, 9:13 AM!? She jumped to her feet, but almost immediately remembered that she had in fact lost the job that she was supposedly late for. Casually, she got dressed, and checked her schedule, nothing planned, as usual. But wait, at 8 o'clock tonight she had an audition for a small time theater company's production of Hamlet! She dearly wanted to play Ophelia.

Tyla breathed a heavy sigh, this could be her big chance, but who was she kidding? She was just an out of work English woman trying to make it in America. Channeling this doubt she picked up her brushes and her paint and began to conjure another abstract, yet depressing image of human insecurity, some would claim that it was well done, but to Tyla, it was simply her emotions on canvas.

After a good half-hour of painting away, Tyla decided that she would fetch the mail and take a short break. She returned and began to search through it.

"Bill, bill, bill, wrong adress, bill, Theatre Today Magazine." Tyla paused, there was a letter adressed from the United States Government, what could this be.

[Luna Lovegood]

Chris stepped outside into the cold air. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He pulled his scarf out of his bag and folded it in half. He put it around his neck and threaded the loose ends through the loop created. He put his hand out and whistled for a taxi. One quickly pulled up to the curb and the window rolled down. Chris saw a man with a gun. "Get in." the man said. Chris realized running wasn't an option, so he opened the door and got in. "No sudden movements, or you'll be meeting your parents." The man said coldly.

"How do you know my parents?" asked Chris. Very few people knew anything about him, or the truth about his parents. A lot of money had been spent covering their deaths up.

"I have my sources. All you need to know is that I'm a friend of yours..."

[Spartan919]

OoC: I'll start off with my sample too, but I'm embellishing. Plus, this is an extremely long post. Most of mine won't be this long.

 

IC: Jason looked up at the clock in his office; it was an expensive clock, a silent proclamation to Jason's newfound wealth. The clock read 12:47; it was the middle of his lunch break. He looked at his laptop monitor (also extremely expensive) and sighed. He had to busy to do anything but work for the past week. The company CEO was pushing everybody for no apparent reason. Jason tapped away on his keys, and blinked back a tear. He knew his life would get better; after all, there was nothing worse that he had not already experienced.

 

A sudden tone interrupted his thoughts. He reached over and picked up the (expensive) phone lying on his desk. "Yes?" he said into the receiver, wondering who would dare call him during his lunch break.

"Is this Jason Garrison?" a deep voice said. Jason blinked.

"This is...what do you want?" he replied, afraid now.

"I just need you to listen to me and follow my directions. If you do that, you get to keep your position where you work."

"I'm listening," Jason said, nervous...really nervous now.

"Just do exactly as I say..."

[Skarlet]

OoC: Most of my posts won't nearly be this long. Also, if there's an issue with the way I'm setting this up for myself, feel free to stop me at any time.

 

IC: “Dear Miss Winchester, you have been invited to partake in a government experimentation program, your involvement in the program will include being injected with an experimental drug in order to examine it's effects on humans. You will also be payed $5000 tax free. Should you choose to accept, call the number located on the bottom right-hand corner of this letter.” she read the letter aloud with her English accent in pure disbelief! $5000 just for sticking a needle in her arm? She'd done that voluntarily in the past. Of course she was interested. She searched frantically for her cell phone, over-turned sofa cushions and all sorts of things. And finally there it was, in plain view. She picked it up. No credit! The apartment didn't have a land line either, so she found herself running from the 8th floor with a fist-full of small change ready to make the call from a pay phone.

[Luna Lovegood]

OoC: Sure, get involved. I'll set up some background

 

"My name is Frederick Gerogiani. I was a friend of your parents. Today, I received a message from an old colleague who worked with me and your parents. We helped found the very company you know own." The man produced a letter. It read 'For The Public's Eyes Only'. "This was what we always put on our messages." He handed it to Chris. It read...

They know. They're coming for it. Program was restarted.

"What could this possibly have to do with me?" asked Chris.

"Your parents and me and 10 others started a company many years ago, after realizing that it would be possible to increase humans genetic evolution to create a superhuman. All this required was many samples, and a large source of income. That's why we founded the company. Its main and only reason for existence is money. And we got money, and we furthered our studies. In fact, we managed to create a formula that could create a chemical with the power to give Homo sapiens 'abilities'. The only ability, however, we managed to give a human being was power of Time. then, the government found out. You were 15 then. Your parents told you they had to go on a business trip then, didn't they? that was no business trip Chris..."

[Spartan919]

Jason hung up the phone. He couldn't believe what he had just been told. He sat back, and put his hand to his temple. The government, his government, were threatening to kick him out of his job and back out onto the streets if he didn't participate with them. And just what did they want him to do? They wanted him to go to some facility, and let them stick a needle in his arm. He shook his head, then laughed at what else the man said. "If you choose to accept, we will pay you whatever you make a year times ten." Times ten! He could hardly believe his ears...Not that he had a choice in the matter. He sighed, then reached for his phone, so he could tell his intern where he would be. "Hello, Janet. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be out for a week or so." He was straight to the point, then put the phone down before she could protest. He gathered his important belongings, things he didn't go anywhere without, snatched his customary briefcase, and walked out the door.

[Guest Welche]

Welche was sitting in his office on an average day when he received his mail. As his sifted through, what he saw was most of the usual stuff; bills, people wanting money and employees seeking a meeting with him. but when he got to the bottom he saw a letter from the government. The letter sent shivers down his spine. It made him remember the time when his empire had almost been taken down by the government. He had just survived with a tiny loophole that was too complicated for him to have understood, but it was something about the value of the dollar and the economy He decided that it was best to hand the letter to his secretary and have her deal with it. Otherwise he thought that he might just die from the stress. After giving her the letter he went back to his office and resumed the signing off on the massive shipment of computers from the middle-east.

[Luna Lovegood]

"Your parents were brought in by the FBI. They asked them questions for hours. With the information they got, they founded a program, one very similar to ours. As far as we know, it disappeared about 3 years later, but apparently not. It seems they have found a formula of their own, and seek to destroy ours." Chris was astounded by this.

"So, where to?" asked Frederick.

'What?" asked Chris, confused.

"Well, I am a Taxi driver, and I do need to earn a living. So, were to?"

[Guest Welche]

While sitting in his office, Welche received a call from his secretary.

"Sir, this letter is marked Classified: For the Public's Eyes Only!'" said the secretary, "then it says to be only opened by you"

"Very well then, send it it." replied Welche.

He opened the letter.

 

***

 

Dear Welche Morningstar,

you are about to receive a phone-call. Do not be alarmed. All will be explained.

Sincerely: Classified.

 

***

 

Just then Welches phone rang.

[encapturer]

Eleanor yawned as she opened the blinds in her dorm room. She was fortunate to get a room to herself, although it was rather cramped. It was a rather nice, warm day, a perfect day for a walk, she thought. To top it off, she had no classes today, so she has plenty of time to get things done.

 

Still in her pajamas, Elle sat down at her desk, using her bed as a seat. There was no room for the chair, which was folded up buried somewhere in her closet. On her desk was her laptop, one that her brother got her for her birthday. It was top of the line when he bought it, and even now is better than most systems you can buy. He was just making *that* much money.

 

Elle wished she could do the same.

 

She turned on the laptop and began checking her class sites, the forums she frequents and her email. When she checked her email, she was surprised that an message from the 'U.S. Government', was there. She opened it and read through it, and laughed out loud, falling back into her bed. It seemed like they would pay a ton of money if she would travel to a facility to take an experimental drug. She never had seen so many zeroes in her life, except, perhaps, on her tuition bill which was being paid by a student loan. It seemed real, they knew her name, her email address she only gives her close family, who in turn were smart enough not to give it to others, and various other tidbits about her that seemed important to the study, like a summary of her medical records.

 

Just to be sure, Elle went to the federal government's main website, to confirm the validity of her email. There was a link on that page that sent her to another page that allowed her to enter the date an email was sent, and a code at the bottom of the message, and the site should say whether it was valid, and produce the subject line of the message, alongside some words that you could match up with the message. Five minutes of checking confirmed it; this e-mail was the real deal.

 

Elle quickly threw on some clothes; a red shirt and blue jeans this time, and packed up her laptop into her backpack. The directions to the facility were written on a paper she had in her hand, which involved some public transportation. With that, she stepped out of her dorm and... walked. Today was a fine day for walking, after all.

[Skarlet]

Tyla quickly inserted her pocket change into the pay phone, and began to dial the number, her mind was racing, what if this was just some stupid prank, what if it was a scheme by some terrorist group, give people a disease, have them walk around and give it to everyone else, $5000 is a small price to pay to bring America to it's kneees. These things did run through Tyla's mind, but she was sure it would be okay, the phone rang twice.

 

"Miss Winchester?"

"Y-yes"

"Excellent, I trust that you are interested in the program then?"

"I am."

"I knew you would be, an agent will be along to pick you up shortly, look for the black Escalade." With that the man on the other end of the phone line hung up, leaving Tyla in bewilderment.

[Spartan919]

Jason stood in the elevator, wondering where this building he was going to would be. As the elevator descended, he wondered why the government had chosen him for this project. He was just a store manager, after all. And the threat; why did they have to threaten to erase his job. He probably would have accepted anyway, but they just had to throw in the threat. The elevator dinged; Jason stepped out the elevator door. A man was standing there, waiting. "Mr. Garrison, I presume?" Jason only nodded. When the man walked out, Jason followed without a thought. He was led to a large black fancy SUV, and he silently got in, wondering where it would lead.

[Skarlet]

Tyla stood on the street and waited impatiently for the black escalade, it had to be comming some time soon, She tapped her foot impatiently, there was no way that this could be a hoax, it all seemed too real and she'd already planned on how she'd spend the money.

"Maybe they've decided they don't want me?" She asked herself aloud, she sat down on the side-walk with her legs splaid and sighed. She knew it was too good to be - Wait up, A black SUV, Yes! An Escalade just rounded the corner, it aproached Tyla, and the door opened.

"Tyla Winchester?"

"Yes."

"Get in the back."

Tyla jumped into the back of of the car, there was already one passenger, a man who looked a few years older then her. (Jason Garrison)

"Hello." she said curtiously, extending a hand to the man.

[Spartan919]

Jason had been gripping the arms of his seat; the SUV had been going much too fast. When all of a sudden, the devil thing stopped, he lurched forward, then his head slammed back...into his headrest. He winced and reached back to rub his head. He stopped, his arm halfway there; there was a woman just slightly younger than him getting in the car. He put on a polite smile, felt his natural charm taking over, and took her hand. "Hello. My name is Jason Garrison. May I be so polite as to ask your name?"

[Skarlet]

"Pleased to meet you Jason, my name is Tyla Winchester." she spoke in her prominant English accent, she didn't know why, but it always seemed stronger to her when she was meeting people for the first time.

"I assume that you were invited to participate in this program too?" This interested him, everyone seemed about the same age, they must be testing the drug on a focus-group, younger-adults, perhaps it was somthing sexually oriented she thought. Tyla had no issue with that at all.