Detailed Roleplayers discussion

Time Period - Modern
Characters - High School Students
Situation - They come from three different schools but happen to be on a trip to the same place at the same time. A trip to the big city, and if you want to be more specific they all happen to going to same museum. What shall become of this seemingly just a tad bit above normal day?!
We'll go from there...

Name: Clifford Isiah Gallows
Nickname: Isaac
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Appearance:
Brief History:
• 1996 - Born in Italy
• 2001 - Parents died in plane crash
• 2001 - Moved to the U.S.
• 2006 - Sent to a private school
Skills/Talents:
• Artistically Minded - Aspires in Photography
• Intellectual - Quite Clever Witted
• Physique - Studied Martial Arts and Fencing courses at Private School
Other:

Name: Roshell Serena Devlin
Nickname: Rachi
Gender: Female
Age: 17

Appearance:
Brief History:
• 1996 - Born in Oregon, U.S
• 2004 - Parents divorced
• 2005 - Moved to Arizona, U.S
• 2005 - Mother remarried
Skills/Talents:
• Performer Artist - Theatre; Singing
• Fashion Designer - Can design and make clothes (rarely)
Other:
• Akita dog - Neru
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Name: Gabriel Donovan Whitlock
{Nickname}: Gabe
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance:
Brief History:
•1996 – Born in Manchester, UK
•2000 – Little sister is born
•2006 – Older brother is kidnapped and found dead three days later
•2007 – Gets arrested for the first time (this continuously happens throughout the years)
•2009 – Sent to military school
•2012 – Moves back in with parents
Skills/Talents:
•Athletics – Gabriel has a knack for most sports he plays; speed being his strongest skill.
•Music – Gabriel is an excellent pianist, but hasn’t played in years.
•Intellect – Gabriel is a very bright young man, he simply chooses to not use his brain most of the time.
Other:

Gabriel

I sat with my back against the side of the school bus and head against the window as I laid my legs out along the seat I was sitting in. This was my way of keeping anyone I didn't want to sit next to me, which happened to be everyone, from doing so. We had just landed in Paris after an hour and half flight from Manchester and had made a quick stop at our hotel before heading to the Louvre. Why was my whole grade taking a trip to the Louvre? I had no idea, all I knew was that I was getting out of classes for a while, which was always good as well as my motivation to be semi-well behaved around my folks. My parents had only allowed me to go if I promised to be on my best behavior, which of course I did. What they just didn't seem to comprehend was that my best behavior wan''t all that much better than my worst. My lips curled up into a devilish smirk as I thought about all the trouble I could 'cause on this little trip of ours.

My mind was still formulating all sorts of pranks and ways I could break the rules when the bus jerked to a sudden stop. I let out a sigh as I forced my closed eyes opened. I was met with the sight of my classmates all standing and filling of the bus in an orderly fashion that caused me to scoff. They reminded me of sheep being herded into a pen. I stayed seated till everybody was off, taking my time as I stood and leisurely made my way off the bus. The second my feet hit the ground the bus doors shut behind me and it drove off, leaving me standing alone as my class gathered around our teachers who were explaining what we were suppose to be doing. As per usual for me I didn't listen, I liked to think I had selective hearing; only listening to important things. My eyes wandered around the area, passing over the glass triangular shaped building in which we would be entering soon enough. When my eyes finally returned to my class I noticed everybody staring at me which only meant one thing, I had been asked a question. "What?" I muttered with a sigh, irritation obvious in my voice as my eyes met those of my teacher's which were narrowed. "I asked you what your assignment for the day was" Mrs. Crawford asked, anger simmering in her eyes. I gave her a bland look before responding with one of my trademark smart-ass remarks "Isn't it your job to know that Carol?" I asked, referring to her by her first name. After my nice little comment she started her usual lecture which I chose to ignore, nodding my head once in a while as a show of actually paying attention. Once my teacher had calmed down we were put into groups of ten students and one teacher. "Stay in your groups and be well behaved" were the final words spoken by our teachers before we were all ushered inside the building.

Isaac

The Musée du Louvre, one of the largest and most renown museums in the whole world, located in the city of Paris of course. It was filled with a large collection of art and antiquities from culture from all around the world, from the ancient Egyptians and Greeks to even the infamous piece of Mona Lisa herself. Obviously you would have to be a truly dense person to not be able to appreciate a place like this, and an such person was clearing and uncultured buffoon. OK, perhaps I was being just a tad bit over dramatic, not a total buffoon, but a bigot never the less. Here he was, standing beneath the glass dome that was the Louvre Pyramid! My fingers were just itching to start taking photos, I had one roll of film for the sight seeing and another for my own brand of photography. Not much of an art if all you are doing is taking pictures of other art, duh, what was the point of that. Nah, I would just take pictures for scrap-book memories with the first film. It was the second of the films that made my fingers really itch, my eyes analyzed the scene with it's artistically trained gaze, looking for the perfect picture.

Obviously not all of my fellow peers were so enthusiastic about the art as I was, actually, most of them were just rich snobs truth be told who didn't know how to appreciate much of anything. It was a miracle that he ended up going to a private school like this in the first place. Did anyone really think his uncle paid for his tuition? The guy could barely pay the rent. Nope, I got stuck with this crowd through scholarships, tuition free. At times like these it was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing that I would even be able to visit a place such as this and I curse that my company was less then likable. The uniforms? I could live with that, even if they did make me look tacky. One just had to make the best out of there situation, I sure I would be able to get some amazing shots today.

From where I was able to witness the arrival of a different sort of group, they looked like high school students expect they were a bit to organized and well mannered to be the normal type, and not snobbish enough to be a private school. In fact they looked like programmed robots as they entered the Louvre Pyramid, probably some sort of military school. For one reason or another they caught my eye and interest, and so with the mere click of a button I was taking a few shots. Particularly of the one boy near the back, he stood out like a sore thumb amidst the rest of his peers, it was just the way he presented himself, completely different. I got a few nice photos of the group, and then I turned back to see that my peers had already separated into pairs and left to explore. I shrugged, there wasn't anyone I had wanted to be with anyways. And so with my camera close at hand I went off to explore, not paying the group of military students any more attention.

Roshell

Day two of the European trip was to Paris, France. Our first and most important objective was to tour the Louvre Museum, and then we were pretty much free to go where ever we wanted in Paris, as long as we met up at the designated place by the end of the day. The European trip at my school was only a trip that took place every other year for a group of students that chosen to go by the high school staff. The group only consisted of students that the teachers trusted to behave and wouldn't cause much, if any, trouble at all. Obviously, I was one of the students chosen to go. At first, I didn't want to go to such an expensive trip to Europe for about a week because of the expense and the main objectives, but my parents insisted that I go and traveling would only make myself look like a better person or something. I don't exactly remember what they said, but it had to do with "Traveling is a good thing!" and "You get the experience other kids don't get!" and "You get time free to yourself after the tours are over!". With parents like them who insist repeatedly, you just can't refuse. And so, here I am in the Louvre Museum, walking out of the theater that my group just watched a film on.

I have to admit that the film was somewhat interesting, but I did nodded off a couple of times. If it wasn't for Lydia, I would have fallen asleep. I was so glad that I wasn't alone on this week trip. If Rina or Lydia didn't come with me, I would have been alone this whole week with just very short conversations with others who came on this trip. The reason Lydia came along on this trip was because we were touring Europe. France, England, Italy, Germany... Guys, fashion, food, and out of the U.S. for a week... That was Lydia's main reason for attending the European trip--free time in the city of where ever we were at.

Now that we were out of the theater, Lydia looped her arm through mine and pulled me along with our group quickly. While everyone else was seemingly interested in the exhibits and artwork, Lydia was hoping to spot some cute guys that might be around in their groups from their schools. Most of the time, I wasn't even sure if the teachers were right to pick her out of the how-many-kids-were-in-our-grade. I sighed deeply from her pulling me along, pointing out to random guys here and there. At least she paid attention to some of the artwork that could her eye. I didn't know what to actually do if her attention was fully focused on guys she never met.

"I keep seeing those two guys here and there whenever we're in the same exhibit," She said suddenly. "That one with the camera by his lonesome from what seems to be a private school and the guy there by his lonesome from what seems to be a military school or something." She paused, probably studying them as I glanced between the two boys. "I think they're kind of cute. What do you think Rachi?" She looked at me, with a hint of curiosity of a devilish look in her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied, rolling my eyes. "They do. C'mon love girl. We're going to lose our group if we stay here any longer." I glanced at them again before I pulled Lydia along with me. Our group just left and we were approximately fifteen feet behind them. It wasn't going to be pleasing if we were separated. "Lydia, walk!"

"But who do you think looks cuter?" She whined as she dragged her feet. "Rachi, tell me!"

"Later."

"Rachi!"

"No." I gave her a stern look and she sighed, looking behind her one last time before she actually lifted her feet ad walked properly.

Gabriel

I had "lost" my group quite some time ago and was wondering aimlessly around one of the exhibit halls. Though I would never say it aloud or show it, I could appreciate the Louvre's exquisite art collection; I wasn't a complete dunce. The Louvre was such a large museum that there was no possible way we could see everything by the time we had to leave for the musical production we were suppose to be attending later in the day. Because of this we had been told to look up what some of the Louvre's best collections were so we could be sure to see them before we left. I did not do this though, but not because I was against doing work, though that was partially a reason. The main reason for my lack of preparation for our visit was that this museum held art and art was seen in a different way by each person that saw it; just because lots of people thought something was amazing did not mean I would feel the same way. I also had no interest in the artist themselves; sure Michelangelo, Raphael and Leonardo da Vinci are well known artists who rightfully deserve the praise they receive, there are others that in my opinion deserve just as much recognition but only receive a small portion of that.

My eyes scanned over each piece of art that I passed, if something caught my attention I would pause to take a closer examination before moving on. My teachers would be rather shocked and proud if they saw me like this, appreciating the art work of our history. My parents had specifically sent my off to military school as a way to "straighten me out" their words, not mine. Unfortunately that was not what happened and the only reason they let me move back in with them was because I was nearly eighteen and my mother missed me, or something like that. My teachers, all of which are previous military officers, despise my rebellious nature and have a competition on who can "tame" me and turn me into the another one of their thoughtless robots. I had no intention of turning into another one of my sheep-like classmates, my freewill was mine and I had no intention of losing it.

As I continued to leisurely walk through the exhibit I was in I let my eyes take in the other people in the room rather than just the artwork. From the looks of it there were at least two other schools plus my own paying a visit to the famous Louvre. One of which appeared to be a group of snobby rich kids and the other appeared to be an American high school, all of which had students near my age. Out of both groups of students two in particular caught my eye; a boy who, much like me, seemed to stand out among his peers and a girl who was dragging another girl out of the exhibit hall. I didn't focus on them for long as I turned my attention back to the art that surrounded me.

Isaac

Taking an entertaining photo of some girl dragging her friend along, I wondered at how many schools were visiting here, but after all it was a world famous art museum so it should come at no surprise. Taking a final picture of the pair as they left for there leaving tour group I used my artistic eye to search for some more interesting pictures. I had to remind myself though, that we didn't have forever here and I needed to actually look at the exhibits, and so with one more picture of a child and his mother I put my personal film away. What was I sad about though, I came here to appreciate some fine art not to admire my own amateur photograph! Where to start, for the Louvre was so big it was highly unlikely that I would have enough time to view all the art. My wandering eye found something that caught it's interest, and so with further adieu I followed where it lead me.

I must admit I was tempted to take a view pictures as I made my way through the art pieces, but I resisted the urge somehow, instead focusing on the works of arts that I find intriguing or magnificent. As my eyes saw everything around me, with the eyes of that of a photographer I noticed things that perhaps the average person would not notice. As I watched people walk by I took note of the details, the emotions, the personality that was expressed; because that just how my mind happened to work. While my attention was mainly on the work of art before me, in the back of my mind I pondered over these details. Wondered what sort of stories each of these people had, did they smile because it was forced or was it from a genuine joy of life. Did that joy come from a painless life filled with everything the world deemed would make you happy, or was it the result of a life filled with heart ache and grief but with a resolve to overcome that? These were the sort of things I notice and inquire, and I wondered if anyone else thought about such things.

The piece before me was done by some French artist in the last century actually, more of a modern piece, but I found that I enjoyed it very much. There was just no helping it and so I quickly took out my camera and took a photo of it, yeah, the whole no camera thing was just no working for me. It was like an extendage of my vision, another part of my body, an extra limb. Yep, you might say I was just a tad bit dramatic about it, but if truth be told that was probably because of where I got the camera from. It was my father's camera, and it was the last thing I had to remember him by. I guess it was no wonder that I found a love for photography, it always made me feel happier and just a little bit closer to my father. Here I was getting sentimental, that's what happens when you let your mind wander too much.

Yuck! Walking into the next exhibit what was I to find but some boys from my school flirting with some American high schools girls, or I should say attempting to. The girls held obviously not attraction to their pretty boy antics, but in their narcissism they didn't seem to notice. I would have offered my help to the poor girls, but one of them had this fierce look in her eyes that made me think that she could handle herself. I smiled to myself, amused by the thought of her showing these guys a thing or two about common courtesy. Taking out my camera I took a quick picture of the girl with the fierce eyes, she looked like a warrior princess of some sort, fearing not evil. By the looks of it though the girls had lost there own tour group due to these guys, I hoped that they didn't cause to much trouble for them.

Roshell

We were lost and separated from our group. I was positive that my eyes were trained on the back of our supervisor's head so that Lydia and I wouldn't get lost in this giant crowd of tourists and students, and that was how we lost them and got stuck in this crowd. I'm not going to bother going into details how I tried to follow them again, because that was too much of a hassle and it just wasn't worth it. There was just too many people walking around the museum and it wasn't possible to find our group again. Well, it was mainly Lydia's fault for hanging around in that exhibit asking me about those two boys for falling behind. I glanced behind me at the strawberry blonde haired girl.

"I'm sorry Rachi," Lydia said for the twentieth time or so. "I know it's my fault for staying there so long that we got lost in that crowd and got separated from the group. That's why I suggested to wait here in the front lobby for them to come back to say sorry! I'm sorry!" She actually did look sorry for once. It was probably because she knew she was going to get us in trouble for losing the group in Louvre. I could already tell she was going to take the blame for herself. She apologized again.

"Okay, okay," I said with a sigh. "Stop apologizing. Just don't get distracted by boys again like that next time." She hugged me tightly for being forgiven and muttered another apology. Then she let go and sat on the floor with her back against the wall, looking around to look for any signs of our group who may be coming, which I doubted they'd come so soon.

"I'm going to look around for a little bit, so don't go anywhere," I told Lydia as I walked off. "Call or text me if anything happens, okay? Don't talk or text me if it's about guys. I don't need that." She nodded with a wave before she looked around again.

I went off slowly by myself, looking around the front lobby of the museum. I entered the closest exhibit and told myself that I shouldn't be going too far or getting lost in thought about the artworks. With each art piece I saw, I stood in front of it for a minute or two just to study the art. I wasn't always this fond of visual art, but after meeting and learning how my step-father, Denis, adored art for their beauty and the possible meanings behind the artist's reason for capturing the art, I started to appreciate the the still images. I moved on slowly, even stopping to take a look at the pieces of past artifacts.

Gabriel

When I stepped into yet another exhibit I let my eyes carefully take in everybody in the room, not wanting to run into anyone from my class since they'd just get me in trouble and even though I was sure to be lectured or something later, I didn't want to be forced to leave the Louvre yet. I was actually getting rather caught up in the different pieces I saw. I noticed the two that I had seen earlier, the outsider boy and the American girl, but didn't focus on them much. When I saw the room was clear of my robot classmates I slowly made my way around the room, taking in the different images I saw. For the pieces that were especially unique I tried to think of what the artist's inspiration for creating such a piece was, some of my assumptions made me laugh silently to myself.

When I had been younger, before the death of my brother, I had actually been a good, well-behaved child and always tried new things, art being one of these activities. I had tried my hand at art for two months when I was nine years of age and to say I was awful at it would be an understatement. I had been a perfectionist, and still am, I insisted on being exceptional at everything I did so I insisted on taking art classes, but it became rather obvious that my lack of artistic capability could not be helped so I dropped out of classes and gave up it. This had given me a new perspective on art; I realized how much talent you needed to be good at it, this realization allowed me to appreciate the artwork around me more than if I had never tried, and failed at, art myself.

"Gabriel" a voice I had been hoping not to hear said from behind me. I sighed and I turned to face Mitchel, a goody-two-shoes that had hated me for years. He had his usual scowl on his lips as he looked at me with disdain, I simply smirked in response. "Mitchy" I said with false enthusiasm, as soon as he opened his mouth to no doubt scold me I cut him off "well, as much as I'd love to speak with you there is far too much to see to chitchat" and with those words said and I quickly dashed off into a random exhibit, making sure to mix in with the crowd so he would not be able to follow me.

Isiah

I held myself from laughing as the girl slapped the obnoxious guy, they could definitely handle themselves. Thankfully the guy got the message and left them alone, I guess he was just one of those people whose head were so dense they needed to have sense knocked right into them. My attention drifted else where though, not wanting to pry on them, but I quickly to a picture before I left to the adjacent room. It might be somewhat hypocritical for me to think such, but from how I saw it, the majority of the guys around me age were douche bags with no sense of decency or dignity. Oh, and though you might think the behavior of the guys at such a fine and proper institution of learning as the one I go to would be better than that, sorry to pop that bubble, but reality just doesn't work that way. I shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that though, I was on a trip to one of the finest art museums in the world being surrounded by an abundance of culture. This was not the time to ponder of such trivial matters, this was the time to ponder over the big questions and to appreciate the world and all its wonders.

( Woot woot.)

Roshell

I don't know how, but I bumped into someone, fell and landed on my bottom. I don't know how I couldn't have landed the way I did when there's a huge crowd around me, but I did. Whatever. I picked myself up, glanced at the person, and apologized. He looked familiar. I think I saw him here and there in the Louvre when Lydia was commenting and pointing at a couple of guys. Was he one of them? Probably, probably not. Why am I questioning over this? Probably because the guy looked cute, er, there's this manly feeling coming from him, so "cute" isn't the best word. What am I thinking about?

The minute I turned away from the guy, a deep and unfriendly voice echoed through the room. The first thing the guy said froze everyone. I'm pretty sure it did because the man behind the PA system just said that they've just taken control of the museum. My eyes scanned the crowd in front of me, studying each of the countenances that I saw. I didn't hear what the man said after that, but I did hear a loud gunshot. People started panicking and screaming.

I guess I am now in the midst of experiencing something impossible, or something close to that. I'm not sure I should be panicking like the rest or just try and stay calm in this kind of situation.

(Neither did I...again...oops)

((Yes please, I'm in Canada right now so I only get wifi occasionally, just so you know. Did you ever send me a message with who you wanted of the six? I never saw it if you did....probably got lost in all the other messages I have yet to read))

Gabriel

In my rush to escape from Mr. Goody-two-shoes I lost focus on the people around me, effectively turning myself into one of those people that ran into everybody. It wasn't till I actually rammed into a girl hard enough to knock her to the ground that I stopped though. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going" was my lame excuse of an apology as I helped the girl to her feet. It took a moment but eventually her face registered in my mind and I recognized her as the girl that I had seen earlier, being dragged around by her friend. "Are you alr-" my question was cut of by the deafening static of the PA system before a gruff voice took its place.

As my mind registered exactly what the man was saying, my brows drew together and my lips pursed into a frown. It had to be some sort of prank, some kids or something who thought it might be funny. The Louvre held some of the finest pieces of artwork in the world, it was certainly not lacking in security, hence my doubt towards the severity of the situation. That was till the telltale sound of gunshots rang loud and clear through the building and screams pierced through the air. It was like a stampeded of chaos as people ran in hopes of escaping the inevitable while others stood in place, frozen with fear.

I was afraid, only an idiot wouldn't be but, I knew better, I had to keep my wits about me. When I noticed the girl beside me hadn't moved from where she was standing I grabbed her wrist and yanked her with me as I, like the others, ran. I wasn't just running around like a chicken with my head cut off though, I was looking for cover, for somewhere to hide out. Somewhere where we wouldn't be seen, at least not immediately.

Isaac

Wondering from one exhibit to the next I watched as a boy accidentally knock over a girl in his quick rush to nowhere in particular. Smiling to myself, for this was a moment worth photographing, I pulled out my camera and aimed the lens at the pair as the as the boy helped the girl up off the ground. The best time to photograph people was when they aren't expecting it and their faces are vulnerable, it was then they you got see what was beneath the masks. My focus, however, was cut short by the irritable static of the PA system followed by a hoarse voice echoing through the room in unfriendly tones.

In a voice like gravel the man claimed to have taken over the museum and was saying something about hostages when gun shots rang in my ears. I didn't have time to react, my camera still perched in front of my face, as people began to panic and charge into every direction. A man ran right into my side in his mad rush for who-knows-where, paying no attention as I was knocked unto my backside and my camera flew from my hands. Suddenly people were running everywhere taking no heed for anyone else around them as the room collapse into hysteria, a few feet away my camera was under the mercy of their unforgiving feet. I, myself, was crossing my arms protectively over me head as people pushed past one another not bothering to look down, attempting to get back onto my feet.

My mind was in a frenzy of thoughts and unanswered questions. What where these people's motives? The Louvre was a world renown museum with some of the finest art pieces in the world on display, but these didn't seem like the methods of art thieves. An art thief would have stricken at night when the museum was closed. They wouldn't be announcing themselves on the PA system, nor would they be firing off guns. Could they be terrorists? If so, wouldn't it be easier to just have used bombs? Whoever these people were and whatever they wanted, one thing was certain, they were dangerous. All around me people were following their Fight or Flight reflex and choosing flight. I had to find cover, but first I needed to get on my feet!

Roshell

I chose to panic.

Before I had time to freak out and start running around like an idiot, the guy that ran into me grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a run with him. I had to gather my wits back first. Rewind. They took over the museum, a gun shot, and chaos. Got it.

"Stop, stop, stop," I yelled, hoping the guy who pulled me along would stop and listen. "Thanks for pulling me away from the chaos and all, but where are you running to? There wouldn't be any place to hide if that's what you're thinking of doing. And we can't escape. They would have all entrances sealed off. We're trapped here." What am I saying? I don't even have a plan. "We have to calm down first. We should try and call outside for help."

I looked around to see if anyone was standing out that may be with the gang. I wanted to pull out my cell with my free hand without them seeing or else the situation would get worse. Just as I pulled my cell out, I noticed a guy on the floor, attempting to get back to his feet, but with no luck.

"We need to help him!" I pointed at the guy who caught my attention amongst the rampaging crowd. "He's gonna get trampled!"

No connection. Beep beep.

What?!

I tried again.

Same result.

"We can't contact the outside? Oh, nononono. This can't be happening."

(( *sighs* :P ))

We can just make our own if we have to.

dis gais dis
*throws hearts and love out as Christmas presents*

Meow