A Ghosteh and Dottie RP *Sings batman tune*

Righty-roo Ghosteh-goo, you shall help me release the writing that is building up inside me... Words, urgh, they spill now 0.o Badly.. But thye spill all the same (;

Okay...

Plot
Melons have take over the world.. *cough* no... sorry
The real plot
In the year 2222, the entire earth watched as the space craft prepared to take off. It was time- time to leave. Earth had become a frightening, contrasted place, where greed and aspiration had caused he destruction of this planet. Areas of pure urbanisation, where the only blades of grass seen sat in the windows of the old, retaining hope for a better future, the Co2 converter machines left a constant humming noise over the concrete kingdom. Yet in the other areas, nature had come back, though it had evolved, like us humans, however its evolution was danger, the plants were murderous and could strip the bones of a human in mere seconds, living a dull, white skeleton in its wake. The human race had passed its primitive, and now unthinkable, discrimination or race and gender and was now in a new age, of the 'regulars' and the evolved, the 'gifted demons' who showed irregular human characteristics and supernatural powers from their mind. The earth was divided and the battles between the human race was only worsening. As a result, the 'gifted demon' humans decided they would take flight and leave earth, and go to Lazina in search of a new life, and planned to name their race 'angels'. A fresh start, yet the flight was to be a long 40years, most of which was to be spent frozen in time, to come out in prime condition, and to have 10years to socialize and normalise themselves into a hopeful society. But the old human trait of greed follow many, and when you create a new society you create new rules, and a new society on a new planet with a new race is an open invitation for blood shed to those who want to reach the top- no matter what.
The day they left Earth, the angels weeped, they weeped for those that were left behind- for those that would have to survive this brutal place of still sadness. Yet, they stood tall and proud as they had a future- a hopeful future to correct the wrongs of the past on a clean slate, or whatever material they would find their.
In the year 2522, 30 years ahead of the launch, the angels woke to a new set of stars- a new set of hopes, dreams and wishes. They wondered around, ever weary of one another in fear of what the other would be like, and how the emotional shock of leaving would affect the other. And so the timid tale begins.

Okay, so basically, we shall start about a week ahead of the 'waking' and its all very timid aboard still, however people are starting to socialise- not necessarily well, some are deeply suspicious characters and a wide mix of people and social situations are starting to rumble. We can take it from there, maybe a few mysterious deaths blah blah.

Okay feel free to play whatever gender or how ever many characters as you so wish. Go ahead and use dummy characters or whatever- I really don't mind- just let your imagination flow (;

My Character
I am going to jot down the very basic stuff the rest I want to RP, prefer doing the descriptive stuff when I am 'in the moment' not just thrown down like that0 doesn't work for me
Name: Kira
Age: 18
Gender: Female

Go ahead and create your character however you want (;

Sorry about my epic fail of a plot.. I am such a beginner D:

Righty-ho Dottie-o!

My Character:
Name: Harren
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Other: I will just RP him out, I find it easier that way.

(( I guess I shall start then ))
Kira, ran her fingers along the smooth architecture of the ship, she remembered Mike saying how he would design it after her, following her "deeply feminine body, curvy- yet so delicate" she smiled as she remembered his soft laughter, as he stated that the only thing that would be different was the fact that the ship would be large when she was small. Kira sighed, as he remembered holding him close and saying, "then it can take after you tall strong build and we can forever be entwined in some form, even when we are torn apart". He was gone, left there on earth. She wished she could desert being an angel, go back to a demon like the rest who had human partners on earth. She cried, why had this barrier between the two races being merged- they were the same just, some with a variation in mind, they were not demons or angels- they were humans. Kira wondered what life would have being like if she stayed, she often dreamed of running away with Mike to the parts of the world where nature had taken over, and find the rumored tribes who lived their in harmony with the nature- but alas that was not to be. Kira pressed her back against the cool wall and slid down it, memories echoing through her mind, of when this wall was on paper and how she looked down marveling at Mikes outdated use of pen and paper to create something as modern and beautiful as this. Contrast was the key to life, she had learned that long ago. Kira sighed a long sigh of bitter regret, how could she of left him? The angels were unknown to her, she had always tried to avoid them, to stay out the war and ignore her own unique talents. She heard the gentle tapping of approaching footsteps on floor, smoothly, Kira slid her self up and made her way back to the beautiful sanctuary that was her room, the one Mike had designed especially for her- the memories of him stalking her mind, refusing to let go.

(( And I know you had to go, so I shall await your reply tomorrow ))

(Thanks, I'm back, but breifly! )

Harren, stressed and flustered, rushed around outside of the ship, giving last orders and checking off his list. They were preparing for lift-off (?). He got the crew lined up in not so orderly lines. Everybody knew there place but the scent of chaos still lingered. Never the less people solides marched on and boarded the ship. No one had no clue what or who awaited them.

"Do you have any clue what you and we are letting our selves in for?" asked on of the crew, clearly anxious.

"I have some idea, yes," responded Harren, "But we'll have to just wait and see..."

((Okay!))
Kira flicked through her clothes in a hurried stress. Tonight was the night where a new system of government, if that, would take place and she was to present her ideas to the entire ship. Normally, the thought of this wouldn't of worried her so much, but that was back then, on earth; she new many who took a great disliking to her, for the fact that she had tried to deffer her life to join that of an regular human. Kira wondered how many knew of her life back on earth. Kira stared deep into the upper far corner of her wardrobe, when her thoughts went as deep and pin pointed as that corner and a thought struck her- her personal witness protection program. Yes her face was known, but no her name- a makeover seemed most appropriate to her right now. Kira looked at her hip length hair, she remembered in her youthful years ho she would insist she would be a princess, and have her prince rescue here- well, it would take an awful lot of hair to reach him now. She grabbed her scissors and began hacking at the loose, red curls with a thoughtless hope. After she had cut her hair, she grabbed her hair dye, it was time to go back to her original colour, the one she forgot about all those years back, that lost little girl with no hope of escaping her life on the street, until that man found her, claiming to help her out of the street if she would sell her body. Kira sobbed, her red hair had become a statement to herself, it was symbolic to the day she became independent and pulled her self out from a possible scary loop in that harsh world. Kira fiddles with the dye, whilst shifty on her feet in a self coaxing manner. I can do this! she thought to herself, and went off to dye her hair and continue with other such protectors.

Kira slipped the black fitting dress over her back and admired herself in the mirror wow she thought, she hadn't seen herself as a beautiful person before, always average, but her natural and new hair was stunning on her, the curls, no longer weighed down bounced up gloriously around her face, bringing out her delicate features and high protruding cheekbones, the rich brunette colour, with its shimmering, subtle deep reds contrasted in the most positive way against her pale, clear skin. Kira admired how the hair sat just below her shoulders and didn't intrude and cover the skin revealed from the deep V cut on the back of her dress. Kira looked at her wrist, she had done something she never thought she would do, and tattooed her self. However this tattoo was symbolic of her lost heritage, and was a beautiful Celtic love not based on her protruding wrist bone, and actually appeared quite tasteful. She looked at the blue coloure contacts before her then at her eyes, that was one step too far for her, the eyes were the most soulful part of someone, and as a result she swept them away, and left her eyes their striking green with stone grey flecks. Kira then slipped off the dress and went to take a nap to regather herself from the change.

The wind whistled as a storm brewed. Harren knew, that, now was the time to leave. Clouds shifted in an uneasy manner across the sky and birds screamed and took cover under branches. With a large sigh and a look to the left, he nodded to himself. Glancing over his shoulder he counted the men and directed them onto the ship. With a thumbs up, that was it. When everyone was on-board the shutters were closed. Now, there really was no turning back.

In a sense this room was like a cruise. There was a casual, yet diplomatic meeting room, very neatly furnished out with deep purple, plump chairs. With sleek tables and a presentation stage positioned at the front mouth of the hall. But this was about the extend of the style on this ship. The rest of the vehicle was very mich sci-fi. With blue and silver computers buzzing all day long and glass doors leading into corridors and secret chambers. Most of the preperation was done. So Harren opened the hall doors and welcomed in offical members to the meeting. Senior members of the ships crew had also been invited.

Everybody was allocated a seat and kept happy with drinks and the sound of gentle mulled chat swam around the room. Harren knew that after a decsion had been made through this meeting, that was when the hard work begun.

All that was needed was the arrival of Kira.

Kira awoke and glanced dazed at the time, when she noticed it she was up like a shot, and ran to her bathroom. She untwisted her mascara then placed hand against the cool white sink and rotated her hips back as her shoulders came forward, then she used her free hand to lick on the mascara on to her already exceptionally long, thick and plentiful eyelashes, as she did this, she let her lips part, the full seductive bottom lip curling in, whilst the thinner, yet still reasonably plump upper lip curled out and she heald her breath to keep her self as steady as she could. Next she ran a deep, cherry business red lipstick along her lips. She stepped back and admired her handy work then went to hunt down where she left that black dress, shoes, necklace and bracelet.

As she left her room she couldn't help but hold her head high, she had never felt so beautiful. Her curls bounced gloriously as she walked, and her head felt so free now it was no longer weighed down. She glanced up at the time on the ships wall and hastened her pace. Her dress irritated her, it slowed her down as it came down to the awkward cut of stopping just below knee height. She held her necklace, a small wooden welsh love spoon, that was tipped with silver and a small opal and silently uttered "Give me strength not to tear this dress to bits". The clicking of her heels against the hard surface of the floor was her only company as she made her way to the grad doors- the ones she helped design. The doorman, with an disapproving look upon his face, opened the door, and Kira could of sworn that as she glanced sideways through her lashes when entering the room, he was shaking his head and tutting; she thought to her self, he must live a very rigid and boring life. To show how she did not approve of such cheek, after she walked through she used her mind to slam the door behind her, of course she instantly regretted doing so when she realised where she was and how late she was- full seats, waiting for her. She gulped and bowed her head low, loosing her previous confidence and skitted across the floor to her seat.

Harren noticed the newly replenished Kira enter casually late into the hall. He flashed a sharp smile and went ahead to start the conference.

As his polished shoes rubbed blisters into his feet he cursed them while tripping dumbly over a stray chair in his path. Once again he cursed. Before he thought his journey to the front of the room could get any worse he noticed the frantic crew running round the corridor. He looked at the security guard, as if to say explain! In response, the guard, just shrugged and turned his back to the buzzing room. He tried to brush the outside activity to one side as he continued up and onwards.

"Hello, and welcome to our first confrence on-board." he continued, "It is very nice to see fresh faces here, and I'm sure you will help us achieve our goal of restoring peace and humanity."

He glanced briefly over to Kira, and then to the glass door. Frantic rushing still concerned him greatly.

"We now have Kira to talk to us.. So Kira if you please?"

As he was wandering off of the stage he added, "Now I must dash, I will hopefully be back in a few minutes."

And with that, he was off. He darted off back to the doors, being sure to avoid any chairs that may spring up in his path. By this time the security guard has vannished, probably to join in with whatever chaos was unfolding. All he heard now was paniced screams of "Failure! System failure!"

Fear, drama, and adventure all rolled into one as Harren glanced left and right then ducked back into the hall and re-took his seat. Tucking his jacket behind him he settled back down to his chair as he listened to what Kira had to say. Although he was there, it seemed his attention was not. Never the less her tried to zone in on Kira and her speech, and sure enough, it worked.

(( I failed in the inspiration front.. So the random front will have to do... Prepare for epic fail! ))

Kira delicately placed her feet on each step as she made her way up to the podium as she thought: Great start Kira- real lady like, now why don't you stand on a table itch your armpits and throw bananas at the high chair. Now come on. Keep it together, you need all the back up you can get here and making an idiot of your self won't help that fact much!. Kira let her fingers trace the edges of the dark oak wooden podium as she did a semi-circle so her final standing position would be firmly behind the podium. She pressed her body against the comforting wood, it made her think of him, Mike and it eased her nerves, she could almost feel his arms coming from behind and encircling her waist, making sure not a single beam of light came between them; it took all her effort not to let out a soft moan in the memory of him. Kira then realised she was looking at the wooden podium rather than the waiting audience and let her eyelashes slowly raise up, appearing to pull her eyes with them with a invisible line linking them together, and she slowly glanced along the room, scanning over every person, yet not one stood out, their details blurred, meaningless shapes in a room of judgmental people. Kira took in a deep breath as final preparation and at last her lips parted and her soft, yet powerful voice echoed through the room. "Ladies and gentleman, first let me welcome you all! It gives me great pleasure to open up the evening with my own ideas, which I know you will all listen to and weigh up in your individually brilliant minds." She subtly rolled her eyes here then continued. "I am here to discuss the political situation, which I think we should have on board here. I believe the foundations of any successful society include: Courtesy, common sense and consideration- which is something I believe we should take to heart, these 3 words are very important to any standard of living, from the household of a small, tender child to a school of mind hungry student or to a government, with out them, functioning civilly can have it'd difficulties. " She paused for both effect and to let her hands fall to her shapely thighs, to pinch herself from falling asleep at her emotionless speech- she hated that, the lack of emotion in these so called emotive speeches. "Now to move onto the more political ideas. As some of you may know, I have studied History, modern to ancient in extreme depth, I also have degrees in fields such as social anthropology. From my research and the fact we have the rare chance to start fresh in a new world, I beleive basics is the key. Now, I know we will have to start with farms and other such agricultural basics, however I don't believe we should try to adapt to a current technology that quickly. I suggest we take on the old idea of communism-" A few groans broke through her speech at the mention of that extreme old word "but to a less extreme, after all the applied to a system that has already been corrupted, and here we have yet to corrupt with fewer people meaning we can-" she took the moment to stroke the angels egos "throw away such prehistoric human traits and combine it with this." She pressed a button embedded in the podium which flicked on a slide show, with a particular slide showing an ancient tribe based on an old continent of Earth, known as Africa "A simple way of living. Who said it was the wrong way? If the way that ended up succeeding hadn't ended that way it may never of forced out cultures like these." She flicked to the next slide, showing another ancient culture "they may of been the healthy, planet friendly way forward if they had been given time to grow. However, for that to naturally happen here we would have to forget the way we knew, which would never happen because of stories; meaning we need to make soemthing appear new and fresh, yet keeping the tone of 'old'. Now if you let me go trough various old to ancient tribes and cultures, I shall show you what I picked out that may be vital to the government, society and general community, or Sangha as the old religion Buddhism calls it" Kira flicked the slide to a Buddhist community, then carried on through out her speech.

Kira spent the speech restraining herself bursting out with emotional words and sentences, from the pure lack of emotion shown in the audience and the mumbling and uttering noised of the disapproving people and she was thankful it was nearly over. She nodded and said quietly "Thank you for listening" and with that hastened her self off the stage and into her seat. Ready to hear the next speaker. When she sat down her eyes instantly locked with a old man with a nasty jeering sneer on his face who was shaking his head slowly, causing Kira to get flustered and look directly down to the floor where she concentrated on a less than perfect area of carpet. Sitting, waiting to listen to the rest of the speakers as she fumbled with her thumbs.