C L O C K [Registration]

[Crystal Tears]

C L O C K
Tick Tock

At a time when the world

was grey, the mighty gods came out
to pray.
One was tired, and wanted to sleep. Yet the other,
had never made a peep.

To fix this problem, one began to weave.
A fabric, so strong
That it
could withstand
The tug of the earth, the tug of the moon, and the tug of the sun.
The other gods,
saw the fabric, and saw a weakness. If there was such thing as day and night
then there would be no time
for an everlasting fight.

.
..
T H E
G O D S
H
ATED
T I M E
BU
T
THE
G O D
W
HO
CREATED
TIM
E
TORE THE FABRIC
IF
M E N
COU
LD
NOT
RESPECT
TIME
..
.

then they would die

It is the year 2007, summer vacation has just begun, but you, and a select group of students from the local high school are going on a summer long field trip. The bus is large, with wide windows and the like, air-conditioned so that the rather (oddly) high summer heat doesn’t get to anyone.
The bus is driving down the highway, and you are doing whatever you do on a bus while you wait to get to the awesome five star hotel and resort. This sadly is about four hours away still. But that’s okay; you have your friends and refreshments to keep you happy. What could possibly go wrong?

Tick Tock

One of your schoolmates notices something odd. The bus driver, he was in his thirties when the trip started, but now… Wrinkles are appearing, and he seems to be shaky. He gasps suddenly, as he catches sight of himself in the rear view mirror, and the bus takes a sudden turn.

Tick Tock let time STOP

The bus, halfway on its side, stops dead. You blink, and stare bewildered as things in the air have stopped moving, and your teachers and bus driver, half fallen over, have also come to a complete halt.
That is when something appears in front of you: a small, handless clock that would be typically seen in the school. It hangs there, four dashes on its face representing, 12, 3, 6, and 9.

‘Tick Tock the time has stopped..

12, 3, 6, and 9
Time is now mine
When the Clock strikes 12
That is Fate
When the Clock strikes 3

That is Past
When the Clock Strikes 6
That is Now
When the Clock Strikes 9
That is Future
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Don’t let the Clock Stop’

You awaken from you sleep rather abruptly. You are lying in your bed, at home. Your mother or father is calling your name, telling you you’ll be late for the bus.

Bus?

The Calendar reads June 26th.

‘Tick Tock, Tick Tock.’

You look at the clock in your room, whatever it may be. The glare of the sun blocks your vision for just a moment, and then you see the time.

12 : 00 AM

‘Don’t let the Clock Stop.’



CHARACTER FORM
Please, make your character as realistic as possible. This RPG is based in our time, so characters that belong in a fantasy genre or Pokemon genre don’t belong here.


Name:
Age: [16-19] (there can be some exceptions)
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance:
*Physical:
*Clothing:
Knapsack / Purse / ‘Bag’ Appearance:
Contents of ‘Bag’: Be reasonable. I’d prefer no laptops…
History: Anything interesting to mention?
Other:

Mandy Thomson ~ Crystal Tears
Scott Svagarsbard ~ Blademaster
Saku Shae ~ Crazy Elf Boy
Wu Weiming ~ Dark-san
Ruya Brenton ~ Hyperness is a Good Thing
Reserved for darktyranitar
Reserved for Weasel Overlord

Name: Mandy Thomson
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: A shy girl, Mandy doesn’t have many friends because of her past experience with opening up. Her shyness can make her come off as stuck-up, but in truth she’s a kind hearted girl who cares about everyone. She believes strongly in being caring, and nice to everyone, even if they don’t return the favour. Her imagination is always going and she’s often staring out the window of a classroom, or vehicle day dreaming of far off worlds with dragons and magic. Her creativity usually meets paper; so she’s usually drawing gorgeous scenes from her make-believe world or scribbling down another chapter of her novel. But even with her niceness, Mandy has quite a temper, though it takes awhile to build up. She tends to explode, her rage to uncontrolled that after she’ll melt down, letting all her problems spill out all at once; though no ones ever been there to hear them. She also can be sarcastic, and has a very wide sense of humour (crude, childishly, or stupid; she’ll probably find it funny)
Appearance:
*Physical: Due to her stressful life, Mandy usually forgets about eating and puts all her effort into sports like soccer and rugby. Thus, she’s thin. A pretty thin that’s only kept up by the lean, agile build her body manages to feed with what little food the teenager does eat. She has dark brown hair that comes down to the beginning of her back, and is layered slightly. Her bangs are just long enough to cover her eyes, though usually only one is covered. Her eyes, now that I’ve mentioned them, are a deep brown that change to a captivating emerald green when Mandy is scared, horribly upset or extremely happy. She about 5’7’’, and weighs only 110 lbs. Which is balancing on the healthy weight ratio for her height. She has a slight tan, and is over all very attractive.
*Clothing: She wears a yellow halter top, that’s overlaid with a pale, dull green cardigan that’s always left about half open and a navy blue twill jacket with button-lap patch pockets at the chest and hips that’s always open, except if it gets too cold. With low riding, faded jeans to go with the ensemble. Mandy’s shoes are DVS Gavin CT (black, white laces, with little skull details on the side). All together, her outfit looks rather good.
Knapsack / Purse / ‘Bag’ Appearance: White, Cargo Pocket Canvas Handbag
Contents of ‘Bag’: Ipod Nano, remote charger(s), Cell Phone (MOTOSLVR), brush, make-up (to lazy to say all…..), hair tie, DS lite, Small sketch pad, pencils, and a small note book, lollipops, and other small things.
History: Not much is known about her past, everyone remembers her singing, and how her voice could captivate any audience. Many said she had a future in the music business, but something happened, and then it seems she lost her voice. She’s never been in a vocal class since then, nor has she joined choir since that day. Though people say Mandy never sings, sometimes she can be caught singing and lovely tune now and then, even if it’s quietly.
Other: For someone who loves to play Soccer and Rugby, Mandy doesn’t tend to remember the rules, when she’s on the field; she just goes with the flow. Oh, and she also HATES the dark; because her eyes don’t adjust, so she’s practically blind in darkness.