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Post by sr9jes on Dec 17, 2009 21:08:52 GMT -5
" When you look into a mirror, what do you see?"
The strange question has been plastered onto all of the inter-net's hottest sites, like Youtube, Facebook, Myspace, even Gaia.
However, every common-day teenager has yet to find out where the quote came from and who said it. After billions of forums were made about this quote, it dropped off of the face of the earth.
At the same time, the bright white sign withe small red letterings disappeared from the hottest sites, causing more forums to created. Even the adults and professionals of the world are curious. Many have been pestering the sites that had the ad who the person was, but all of them have kept a tight lip sealed on the secret.
Flipping through the over trillions of forum posts, a pop-up comes to view from your small personnal computer. Annoyed, you stare in shock at the small words imprinted on the motionless screen:
" When you look into a mirror, what do you see?"
Underneath it, there is a small link that you quickly click. After months of silence, the ad has shown itself to you. But why?
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As a small page comes to view with a chat room on the side, a register button peaks up from behind several different forum buttons. Reluctantly, you click it ( you can't chat if you don't register ).
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Desired Username:
Secret Question:
Secret Question answer:
Password:
Repeat Password:
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Quickly filling it out, your eyes sag as you scroll through the mysterious website, pondering it's every corner.
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People~ this is important~ OKAY This RP is not a fantasy, it is a realist fiction, okay? no magic, got it?
Allrighty then! Below is where you create your character, but there is a catch! You have to have a tragic past. Feel free to be imaginitive, but not too... out there, okay?
Full name:
Residence:
Age:
Bio:
Personality:
Family:
Education:
Likes:
Dislikes:
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MY CHARACTER
Full name: Kaemon Ryoichi Cadotte
Residence: Apartment building near College
Age: 21
Bio: Kaemon was born and raised in Japan, but moved to the US after his parents split up. After living with his mother and Step-father for a few years, his mother died and soon he was living with an angry step-father. To say the least, there were a few bumps along the road. After coming of age, Kaemoni left and has been living on his own since then.
Personality:Kaemon has a happy-go-lucky personality despite his past and owns a pure white Macbook.
Family:Step-Father and Father in Japan. His father's name is Ryo.
Education:Currently in College for a Major in acting.
Likes: The Beach, Summer, and Spring
Dislikes: The Winter, December, Holidays
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btw people, don't spoil ur tragic past, just kinda... hint at it.like i did rofl
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 17, 2009 21:13:26 GMT -5
Desired Username: Blackflower
Secret Question: His name?
Secret Question Answer:***
Frowning, Kaemon hastily pressed the enter key and glanced at the clock on the wall. Screaming, he quickly shut his Macbook and grabbed his things.
" It's already 6 AM!!! I need to finish my report!!"
Light black hair netting over his eyes, Kaemon angrily shook it from his face and laced his pale hand through the arms of his bag. As quickly as he could, Kaemon threw the door open, careful not to snag his brown jacket, and rushed out the door.
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I seriously need to finish my homework
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Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Dec 17, 2009 21:52:24 GMT -5
I wish to join. ...I do not know how to HINT at my 'tragic past'
I willtellyou, though, that it is not pretty
I understand you will have to approveof my character
This charrie has a personality not unlike the one that I am working on....
Full name: Mai-mii
Residence: Step-mother
Age: 13
Bio: Mai-mii was born to a pro'tute. <_<; The Thai woman that had concieved her quickly grabbed the man, refusing to pay her way through her own birth. He never did like his child, but it was alright; the woman was pretty and all that. Her life's been hard, needless to say....Especially after her mother died, in various ways...
Personality: Sometimes she's happy; sometimes she pretends; sometimes she locks herself in a shell. It's like she's always depressed, and you can never tell what mood she's in. Her eyes are blank...
Family: Step-mother; her mother died of AIDS (after cheating on her husband) and her father, too, got an STD; he married another woman but she kicked her out upon finding about his disease. She didn't want the child, but the father insisted that either she take the child or take him AND the child. It was obvious which one she'd choose.
Education: ...She doesn't care about her appearance, and is very skinny, almost anorexic. Since it is so, no one likes her at school and even teachers give her a hard time; she simply does not care for school.
Likes: ...She likes to watch horror movies and ghost movies, often pondering whether or not after her own death she'd end up the same way. One of her favorite songs is 'Rose of Pain' by X Japan: a beautiful and sad melody, and the lyrics....
Dislikes: Happiness, love. She's never felt it, yet everyone makes it into such a significant grand thing.
Why would she like it herself, then?
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Mai-mii did not know. There were so many things she did not know, and no one would ever bother to tell her.
Perhaps this was a virus, as many would have believed. Perhaps it was a way to scam or hack a computer by finding the user's IP. Maybe it was a stalker...
But she did not know.
She didn't know anything.
Desired Username: Kanna
Secret Question: What does my name mean?
Secret Question answer: *******
Password: roseofpain
Repeat Password: roseofpain
In her imagination, a girl called out. She looked at the laptop time. It was 10 PM.
She shut it off, savoring the moment the screen went black -- perhaps one day her own life would go out that way?
She had lied. There was one thing she knew ---
She must talk to Alice.
For Alice was salvation.
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Post by soulmusician on Dec 18, 2009 7:31:13 GMT -5
What do you mean by secret question?
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Post by Whateversam on Dec 18, 2009 8:30:34 GMT -5
ill go for this to i guess. just cant right now. got leave for school in like two minutes.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 18, 2009 17:30:33 GMT -5
just... it'll come in later..
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 18, 2009 17:47:58 GMT -5
Mumbling to himself, Kaemon felt his mid-length hair slide down from behind his ear. As he grabbed different books from the library shelves, Kaemon could feel the cold from outside.
" Urgh... Winter....."
Selecting different things from each book, Kaemon quickly jotted them down and flicked his light brown eyes from his essay paper to the clock. Gasping, Kaemon quickly shoved the books back into their proper place and repacked his things. While running as fast as he could, Kaemon could feel the cold seeping through his jacket.
"uurrrrggghh... I hate the cold!!!!"
Urging himself to continue running, Kaemon breathlessly slipped into his seat for Theater History ( I know there's a better term for this but... )
" K! did you finish your essay?"
Grinning, Kaemon turned around and proudly showed the student behind him his work.
" Neat as usual, K..."
Trailling off, the room went silent as the teacher walked into the room. As he drawled out different instructions, Kaemon sat up straight and tried to listen to the best extent that he could.
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Post by Whateversam on Dec 18, 2009 18:02:15 GMT -5
yeah. okay. ill make my characters different now
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Full name: Angela Bishop
Residence: little house in Helen Georgia
Age:15
Bio:She's done drugs and she's had a kid. she ran away from her parents house but she couldn't get away. She still lives with them.
Personality: LOves to make fun of everyone's clothes and hair. she's a bully that just can't seem to get enough of pain
Family: deranged father and a kind mother
Education: goes to a public high school down the street.
Likes: material things, clothes, and her ancient 1987 computer
Dislikes: violent television, the winter, and Christmas
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Angela clicked the link and began to answer the questions that followed.
Desired username: nonpeoplegirl177
Secret Question: Whose my best friend?
Secret question answer: ********
She looked at the answers she wrote and nodded in approval. She than continued to the last two questions
Password: animalthatihavebecome
Repeat Password: animalthatihavebecome
she once again nodded and clicked submit. she had made an account. Was she really ready to tell these people who she was though? she couldn't even admit it to herself.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 18, 2009 18:26:58 GMT -5
Kaemon quickly flipped open his Macbook.
" Agggh , I forgot to make a password!"
After shifting through hours of college, Kaemon happilly sat in his apartment, searching back to the original site. Ref.com, huh?
Let's see... Blackflower.... password...?
Password, password, password...
What would be a good password...?
Aah... Redrose...Redrose
Grinning, Kaemon clicked the enter button and scanned the site. There were no faqs or terms of agreement during the registration, and the site itself was fairly plain. A basic gray layout with only two appealing things on it: The forum button and the famous banner, When you look into a mirror, what do you see?
Reluctantly, Kaemon clicked the forum button and jumped at the sound of the chat.
Welcome to the REF Chat, Kaemon
How did it know his name? This site was getting odder and odder by the second.
Leader: Greetings, newcomer.
Blackflower: Hiya...?
Leader: There are many things on this site. Please roam to your heart's content
-Leader logged off-
Frowning, Kaemon placed his hand on his chin and tapped an uneven beat. Might as well do what he said, right? Scanning the Forums, Kaemon found that many of them had little to no posts in them. Doing a mental shrug, Kaemon clicked a nameless Sub-Forum and read the only post there.
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? Do you see you? or some one else?
Quirking his head to the side, Kaemon grabbed his small stuffed animal and hugged it in thought.
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Post by Whateversam on Dec 18, 2009 18:37:24 GMT -5
Angela finally saw that the page had opened up. It was basically nothing. there was a forum button and the quote. she went over to he forum and clicked on it.
Nothing surprised her except for the first thing that came up "Hello Angela."
Angela immediately slammed the computer screen down.
"Is someone stalking me? Is this a new high tec computer virus? Or is this something weirder than that?" she wondered.
She slowly slid the computer chair back, scare out of her mind.
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Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Dec 18, 2009 20:49:58 GMT -5
Maimii logged on, watchful of the ticking seconds. It was not time yet. There was still ten more minutes.
No one called for her, no one asked her to eat dinner. She did not care.
It did not matter.
As the page loaded, it seemed ready for her.
Sawadee, Maimii.
Thai.
The site knew Thai?
She didn't know much of Thai. She didn't know much of anything. It was not surprising that a site knew Thai. Perhaps it had guessed from her name. Yet, how did it know her name?
She did not care.
"Alice" she typed in. Alice was the answer to everything.
Perhaps this was Alice?
"No, I am not Alice," it replied. "This site is full of a conglomeration of things, but Alice does not lie here... Take your pick."
It logged off.
She did, too. Five minutes early, but Alice wouldn't mind. She never did.
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Post by sr9jes on Dec 18, 2009 21:35:54 GMT -5
now I wanna know who Alice is...
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Post by yp on Dec 18, 2009 22:47:42 GMT -5
Full name: Henry Simmons
Residence: A room in an orphanage
Age: 16
Bio: His mother died when he was very young and he was left to his father who later abandoned him to an orphanage. Left to fend for himself, Henry has developed a deep and intense hatred of his unloyal father. He has dedicated his life to learning any information that is useful and possess a high IQ.
Personality: He is a loner, preferring to accomplish tasks by himself. However, he secretly longs for someone who can understand him. He also boasts a high intelligence.
Family: Father only relative, whereabouts unknown.
Education: Junior in high school (skipped a grade) in all honor classes.
Likes: books, computers
Dislikes: father
Staring at his laptop, his only possession, Henry wondered what the message meant
"When you look into a mirror, what do you see?"
A small link lied under the text.
Shrugging, Henry clicked on the link. A small page popped up with some registration information. Might as well see what this is about he thought.
Username: hsalone
Desired Question: My mother's name?
Answer: ****
Password: *********
Repeat Password: *********
Without any hesitation, Henry hit submit.
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Post by G ♥ t h i k a l e a on Dec 18, 2009 23:04:16 GMT -5
Alice-chan...
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Post by soulmusician on Dec 19, 2009 10:43:59 GMT -5
Sorry this took so long, I started typing mine up last night but parents said to get off comp...
Full name: Corinne Williams (my insperation is deminishing)
Residence: Aunt and Uncle's house in Pennsylvania
Age: almost 15 (14)
Bio: Parents were druggies. Her mom killed her dad when she was six, then got arrested when she was eight, so she was sent to live with her aunt, uncle, and cousin (currently five). When her mom got out of jail, she developed a habit of showing up a lot (rarely sober) and wanting to take Corinne back home, but the aunt and uncle won't let her.
Personality: Preferably reclusive, but is seemingly alright when interacting with people. Spends most of her time listening to music and reading.
Family: Mother, Aunt, Uncle, cousin (Charlie)
Education: I guess she'd be in ninth or tenth grade. Of average intelligence, but doesn't really try too hard at school. Just does enough work to get a good grade (an A or a high B)
Likes: Reading and listening to music. She trys to find a perfect song that goes with a specific part of whatever book she's reading, because it makes the story seem more alive to her.
Dislikes: Adults, her mom, show-offy people, cats
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A Collection of Short Stories
Half curious and half bored, Corrine clicked on the link. It immeadiatly sent her to a page about health insurance, numbers of pop-ups appearing. Sighing, she begane closing out each one, until she saw it.
When you look into a mirror, what do you see? She stopped clicking, cursor still over the red X button. She had noticed the ad's mysterious disappearance on all of the websites it usually dominated. Turning up her music a little louder, she clicked the link under the words. Immeadiately she was redirected to a new site; she clicked register without hesitation.
Desired Username: musicxbooks (once again, my creativity is deminishing)
Secret Question: Where is my mom right now?
Secret Question answer: ************
Password:
Repeat Password:
Corinne glanced around. What should my password be? She was momentarily destracted by the sound coming from her headphones. Double checking the title of the song, she typed in:
Password: *************
Repeat password: *************
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