forum Another Unoriginal Idea:all spots filled! (closed, for now ;P)

Started May 21, 2019 by @Alex_is_alone_again

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I'm making my character have a little notebook to write everything down in becuase I'm readind deathnote rn.)

@Alex_ since this is your roleplay, would you mind posting first

The wind seems to be whispering something, telling it's secrets in an unintelligible language. Sitting up, Oliver looks around, confused. "Where am I?" He asks, scanning his surroundings. Grassy hills are everywhere, and no sign of people. The wind whips stronger now, and Oliver frowns. "Is it gonna rain? I hope I can find shelter before that." He mutters, not caring about the fact he can't remember anything but his own name.

Kat woke up in a grassy clearing, or what was left of one, the grass and flowers were all dead and in states of decay. He wrinkled his nose, it smelled strange, kinda like home but also somehow foriegn.

Asha blinked rapidly, then realized she couldn't see. But…she somehow could tell she was in a field of grass bursting with life and wonder. The long strands of grass wrapped around her ankles from where she sat cross-legged in the whispering earthen sea. Her fingers dug into the soft dirt, curling, and feeling the life beneath her. She could feel the cool metal of one…two…three…four bracelets tinkling upon her wrist as she moved her hands about. A beaded bracelet pressed against the jutting bone of her other ankle. Wispy hair fell over her bare shoulders and curled along her cheeks. Her clothes were simple cloth, she could feel. The top simple wrapped around her chest with a thin strap hooked behind her neck to hold it up. The bottom was a knee-length skirt layered with different sheets of fabric. Even without seeing what it looked like, Asha had an innate feeling that her clothes were full of patterns and color.

To those around–should a wondering soul happen by her–Ascha was a pretty girl of 17 with earthen brown skin, long and luscious black hair that seemed to flow on an invisible breeze, and curious white eyes that oddly looked devoid of a pupil. Etched into her skin were simple but intriguing symmetrical patterns the purest shade of white one could ever lay eyes on.

Maverick woke up on a black plane, dotted throughout with flowers that seemed to be made of flame. A hot wind whipped at his black leather jacket and tousled his shaggy black hair. He suddenly had the feeling that he wasn't, in fact, a he, she was a she. Her jeans felt sticky against her skin. She looked up and saw a mountain looming over her precariously and she sat up.

The beam of light shining through the cave entrance was what awoke Sawyer. They sat up immediately as they were still blinking the sleep out of their eyes. Their hands gripped the ground. Soft, they thought, finding they were laying on a bed of daisies. They stood up as something slimy but cool dripped onto their cheek. Mud? They registered their surroundings while still gripping the daisies in their fist.
A cave. I'm in a cave. Where am I? I need to get home. I need to– Sawyer's thoughts were interrupted when they realized they didn't know where home was, or who they were.
Confused, they approached the cave's entrance and covered their eyes as they were greeted by a shining sun and a field dotted with awesomely tall trees. Looking closer, they could see something that could be a village ahead of them.