Life Beyond Imagination [Inactive]

[Britt]

Dallas Mae Brooks

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Thank god it was finally summer. Dallas was ready to finally let loose and go out and do crazy things that teenagers were supposed to do in the summer heat. But instead, she was simply strolling down the block of the quiet suburb that was East Meadow. Nothing ever seemed to happen here, it was always the same old shit. The same old people that she'd known since before she could speak. She wanted something different and new and out of the ordinary. This was her last summer that she'd be a high school student. This time next year she'd be considered an adult. She had to make the most of this.


Dallas had heard of new people moving into town-- a few of them. It was strange, but she was very welcoming of it especially since all she wanted right now was different. God knows she could hardly stand any of her current friends anymore. So as she walked she felt a little more hopeful. This summer would be different, I mean, she'd have to run into those new kids eventually, wouldn't she? East Meadow was too small of a place for her not too.

Alaska Young

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But not everyone was excited for the summer, one of them being Miss Alaska Young. Not only was she home--- a place she couldn't stand to be--- but she was in a completely new town. You know, Alaska spent her school year and virtually any breaks she could back at her boarding school: Culver Creek. Unfortunately for her, no one was allowed to stay on campus for the summer and so here she was helping her father move into this new place. Strange how it was filled with the same ghosts the original place was. That's why she couldn't ever go home-- the ghosts.


"I can't carry one more box, not today," she exclaimed, collapsing into the couch. "Fine, go out. Make some friends, Alaska," replied her father. But she had friends. Pudge, The Colonel, Takumi, Lara. Why did she need anymore? But she might as well at least try to make her dad happy. For once. "Fine." And she was out the door.


[ @Vampirelovee ]

 

[Britt]

Britt updated Life Beyond Imagination with a new update entry:


To clear something up!

I'm not sure if maybe I wasn't clear in my description of the roleplay or something but yeah. With all the characters living in East Meadow, people don't realize it. In this world, the books from which they came do not exist. Another thing is that how the book's canon [whichever book you chose to take a character from] is handled as far as this roleplay is concerned is totally up to you. Just keep whoever they are as a person the same.

Read the rest of this update entry...

 

[Hollipop]

Holden Caulfield


Anything was better than California, but at this current moment Holden's brain seemed to be glossing over that. As much as he hated Los Angeles--and oh, how he HATED it--right now he felt like East Meadow must've been invented by the devil himself. The blink-and-you'll-miss-it town was the almost-eighteen year old's new home, and it just felt all wrong.


After getting released from the hospital with a clean record and a pocket full of mood stabilizers, all Holden had wanted to do was go back to New York and see Phoebe. Of all of the people on this shitty planet, he was convinced that his younger sister must've been sent by the nonexistent heavens. However, his parents had other plans, ones that surprisingly enough didn't involve yet another boarding school.


So here he was, in some terrible no-nonsense town with a tragic name, living in some halfway house with a lot of assorted druggies, self-loathing sociopaths--if that even made sense--and born-again Christians. Well, if the government wanted him to be bored to tears, they had the right idea. Holden stuck in a pair of earphones that his filmmaker--also know as "prostitute"--brother D.B. had given him for the plane ride and let the sound of some pretentious indie group fill his eardrums as he walked towards the park. Once he arrived, he sat on a bench and opened up his journal. It had been a suggestion from his doc at the hospital, and was surprisingly therapeutic. Though, in natural form, Holden would criticize writing in a diary to anybody who would ask.


Augustus Waters


Gus had been living in East Meadow for just year or two. After his cancer went into remission, his enchilada-fanatic parents had suggested that the whole family up-and-move out of Indianapolis, a state in which they had convinced themselves held negative connotations for everybody. At the time, he had been all for the move. His girlfriend Caroline Mathers had just passed away, and the announcement that his cancer was gone, at least for now, had barely fazed him.


East Meadow had grown on him as he slowly reverted back to his old self, and it seemed like as each day went on he'd like life a little more again. His fear of oblivion and dying without being remembered had drifted away as he began to believe that he was bigger than the dormant cancer in his body. The streets here were not nearly as torn up, which mean he didn't have to worry about tripping and following into a ditch on his fake leg. Positivity was Gus' forte nowadays. He was invincible, on a roller coaster that only went up.


He rounded the corner in his car, nearly taking out a mailbox as the thing sailed onto the other side of the street. He knew his license had been a cancer perk, because he had always been a terrible driver. He finally reached his destination, which was the supermarket. He had promised his mom that he'd buy some peppers for dinner tonight, and Augustus Waters was nothing if not a man of his word. He cut the engine and got out of the vehicle before walking into the store to begin his errands for the day.

 

[Nutter]

Rebecca Baxter


Her parents had to be kidding.


They just had to be.


Bex was as sure of it as she was sure Professor Smith would change his face again this summer. She was confident that she'd get to see it, as well as all of the other teachers and students at the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. The only thing she didn't understand, and couldn't possibly understand, was why she was here, in some tiny northeastern town in the United States. By all means, she should have been with her parents, on a mission, doing something. She shouldn't be here, unpacking her things and going over possible aliases.


Just how she ended up in East Meadow; well, she blamed Cammie for that. Her disappearance really set everyone on edge. And now Bex was being forced to live here for the summer, if not longer, when her best friend was out doing God only knows what. She should have taken me with her.





The girl sighed, dropping her half-unpacked duffle bag on the bed. She grabbed the keys to the place and quickly fled the safe house her parents' had arranged for her to stay in. If she was going to remain in this town, she wasn't faking anything. She was Bex, not the Duchess or any of her other names, and East Meadow would not be safe from her clutches this summer.


(For anyone who has read the books, I'm just going to play it out like the last two never happened in their lives. If you haven't just ignore this completely because it doesn't really mean anything. 0.0 )

 

[The Cobalt Killer]

"I'm not sure if I like running around, shouting; 'EMPD, you're under arrest!'" he began. "But I'll accept this job offer."


Harry Callahan, your typical good cop-bad cop, sat across the desk from the chief of the East Meadow Police Department. The chief leaned forward, "I can't say I care so much for your tone, but you can have the job, we need you."


Harry stood up and left. He walked out of the office and, in turn, the building. He strolled along the calm, countryside road, back to his new house. He went in and sat down in front of the TV, his badge and .44 Magnum beside him. He watched a police show for a little more than an hour before switching over to the local news. A report of a murder had been broadcast, at the most convenient moment. He stood up, took his badge and revolver and ran to the Police Department.


"I'll take the case," he said as he stormed in to his boss' office.

 

[Lovely Bones]

Lisa Rowe


It was a new day in East Meadow, although the sociopath didn't look at it that way. She looked at is as just another prison, just another thing to keep her barred. The blonde was told a hospital will await for her check in---there was something about 'we can no longer keep you here' was all that Lisa caught in the lecture her old psychiatrist gave her. Her exterior showed no sign of care but deep inside she didn't want to leave, despite all the shit she put the workers through and how much she acted like she didn't want to be there; she did.


Pulling into the driveway of her new "home" Lisa hopped out of the cab, giving the driver only half of the tip she was supposed to. Once she grabbed her little-to-nothing luggage and watched the cab disappear off into distance, Lisa stuffed the rest of the money into her and pocket and made her way to the front. She was debating if she really wanted to stay or just run from this place all together----even though she'd be found only to be checked in.


Rider Jacobs


He woke up in an unfamiliar room, he must of passed out somewhere. Standing up to stretch, Rider began examining his surroundings, wondering how he could silently leave without disturbing anyone---he wasn't in the mood to deal with many people today. The boy tiptoed through the people on the ground until he found the front door. Silently at first but then all together, he pulled the door open and darted into the fresh air. Looking up at the sky, he let out a dramatic sigh before ruffling his hair, at least it was the first day of summer.


The boy waltz down the empty street, whistling his own tune. Maybe there would be something to happen that peeked his interest, god knows how hard that is.

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[Nico]

Nico di Angelo


'I cannot believe Hazel made us move to this shithole' he thought to himself. He never wanted to move to East Meadow, but Hazel and Frank wanted to settle down here. Nico not wanting to be left alone was forced, yes forced to move here with them. He sighed and stomped on the cigarette on the ground, savoring the taste of sweet nicotine on his tongue. He looked around and barely saw anyone. "It's time to meet the 'lovely' citizens of this 'wonderful' place." he said sarcastically. He out of the shadows he was in and started to walk around.


"Oof" he said as he ran into someone (Anyone who doesn't have anyone to interact with). "Ugh, sorry about that." He said.

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[Cierra111]

(As this post didn't post before, the draft wasn't saved >~<)


Bri


This town.. moving here from the West Coast, it was a huge change. She felt so alone here.. nothing was the way it was supposed to be. There was no waves here. She hated skateboarding, but it was the next closest thing. I guess that's why I'm here then.. She had the skate park in her sights, and it was surprisingly chilly compared to Los Angeles. She looked down at her sneakers for a minute and suddenly bumped into someone. Turning really quick, she fell on her rump. Not even at the skate park and I've already gained an injury.. great. She looked up to see a guy with short black hair.


"Hey up there guy," she started, "sorry, I didn't even notice you heading my way.." She said quietly  



John.


He wished Cara was here, he thought to himself. This place was nothing like he was used to. He was alone here. No powers, nothing. He took a long drink of whiskey, scrunching up his face at the aftertaste. He then looked around at the underground bunker that he was forced to stay in. He had around 2K in his Bank account and around 5K on his person, and it wasn't like he could just teleport around to get a bite to eat any longer. I guess that the store it is.. he thought, grabbing his wallet, he stood and went to the safe, taking out a crisp $100 bill. Locking it back and placing the lock code on it, he began to make his way up the stairs that led to the subway entrance.


30 minutes later...





Finally arriving at the grocery store, he walked in, heading directly to the junk food aisle. Can't ever go wrong there.. He started looking around his surroundings, this was nothing compared to the New York environment he was so used to..

 

[Akeira]

SAM


Living in East Meadow, Connecticut, was something that Sam found exciting. As she was standing university in the state when the summer winded down, the recent high school graduate decided to go out there long before the semester began. This was to create her own memories and have a bit of fun before she dedicated herself to the books throughout the year. Though she promised herself she would remain studious, there was a part of Sam that knew she would her wild self, yet more independent than she was months prior. This was another reason to break away and move to Connecticut earlier, to maintain a level headed life for once.


Stepping out of the cab she took from the airport, Sam looked up at the apartment complex that would be her new home. She found it charming, like much the Connecticut countryside that she saw through the passing window of the cab. Sam nodded to the driver, as he dropped her two bags on the sidewalk, paying him with a gentle smile. A Sam of the past would have hollered after him, though this new Sam simply picked up her bags and walked toward the apartment, on the road to beginning her new life in East Meadow, Connecticut.





CHRISTINA


Christina had been living in East Meadow for a few months after leaving Chicago, making acquaintances along the way and hitchhiking places to stay. In wanted to get very far away from the life she knew, the teenager decided to head Northeast, eventually finding her way into East Meadow, Connecticut. A quaint town, the dark-haired girl decided to stay for the time being, figuring she could establish a new life there away from prejudice of groups, segregation based on personality traits, and a deceiving government.


Right now, she was staying with a girl she had met at a local grocery store, gaining her trust and living with her parents for now. They seemed nice enough, though Christina found that her blunt ways often made them distraught, though they tried not to show it. Sardonic as she was, Christina saw nothing wrong with the situation, though she tried her best to tone down her attitude in their presence. The last thing she wanted was for these kind people to throw her out before she had the chance to establish herself and learn to thrive in this new location.


She walked down the street, having no vehicle of her own and wanting to explore East Meadow as best as she could. Having no map, Christina tried her best to memorize her movements, which proved difficult considering she was not known for being among the very intelligent in Chicago. Despite this drawback, she continued to walk where her legs took her, knowing that she would be able to defend herself in case a problem presented herself. Thinking of self defense made her stifle a laugh aloud, as she was sure that nothing of that nature would be likely to occur in Connecticut.

 

[Hollipop]

Augustus Waters


Forty minutes later, Gus had filled up the shopping cart with everything his mom would need to prepare enchiladas. They had them most nights, and the nights where Mexican wasn't on the Waters table, they went out. Gus had a suspicious that it was all his mother knew how to make, but whenever he teased her about it she denied it. He wandered up towards the register and began to pile his purchases on to the conveyor belt.


"Hi, Gus," a shy voice said. He looked up and was greeted with the face of Lana Behrs, a girl in his grade, standing behind the register wearing a uniform.


"Good afternoon, Lana. I take it you're having a good summer?" he asked with a genuine smile. There was no sarcasm in his voice. Gus believed that working didn't have to be a bad time. He hoped Lana was doing alright. She sure was sweet. He had taken one of her friends to the Homecoming dance last fall. Gus enjoyed dancing despite the fact that he had two left feet, all leg jokes aside. Lana nodded and flushed bright pink before ringing up his purchases and telling him the total. Augustus handed her a couple of bills his mother had tossed him this morning and told her to keep the changing with a dazzling grin.


He piled the bagged groceries into his cart and headed out the automatic doors of the supermarket. On the way to his card, he nearly toppled somebody over. "How clumsy of me. Are you alright?" he asked the victim of his clumsiness, furrowing his brow in concern.


Holden Caulfield


Holden was furiously scribbling something incoherent about the woes of society when he heard a noise. With an exasperated sigh, he closed his journal and looked up to see what the fuss was about. He looked down and was greeted by a small duck who had wandered out of the nearby pond. "Hey, what's up?" Holden said awkwardly to it. The duck quacked as a reply. With a half-smile, he knelt down and scooped up the animal in his arms. The creature settled down quickly, looking up at Holden's face with its black beady eyes. He stood up and walked towards the pond. Once he reached the edge of the water, he deposited the duck back into its home. He wasn't sure if it was what the duck actually wanted, but he knew it was for the best. Sometimes things just made sense. The duck swam over to its family and they all started quacking in unison. Holden raised an arm in salute, as if they were actual people. If only people were as easy to please as ducks. There was no pleasing anybody. Instead of going back to the bench, Holden opted to sit in the grass a few feet away from the pond. He chose not to pick up his journal again, choosing to get lost in his own thoughts.

 

[Britt]

Dallas Brooks

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Dallas continued on her little adventure that wasn't the least bit adventurously because after all, she was in suburbia. Nothing was too exciting here. Everything about it repulsed her at this point. She wanted some change and excitement in her life, something Dallas could not seem to find in a place like this. But nothing could stay boring forever, right? She surely hoped so.


And it was once she had let herself become caught up in this day dream of an exciting life that she forgot to pay attention the where she was going. The blonde had run smack into another person. She stumbled and wobbled for just a moment before regaining balance and meeting the eyes of what felt like a brick wall. Which, by the way, it was a long way up--- whoever this was was nearly a foot taller than her.


"Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm okay."


Dallas struggled to put a name to the face before finally realizing this was Augustus Waters, the kid who'd transferred a year or two ago.

Alaska Young

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Alaska, however, was not sticking to the sidewalk. Instead, she searched for some sort of wooded areas or secret pathways to get herself lost in. Anything that was the least bit out of the ordinary. Something that reminded her of home--- real home, back at Culver Creek. Not shitty 'ol suburbia. It was almost as bad as her original house but the memories that house held couldn't be beat. Unfortunately for her, Miss Young had no such luck. The best discovery she made was a tiny park. It was nothing special but it was something.





So she made her way to a lonely looking swing set and plopped down on a swing. She couldn't believe the lack of small, screaming children. After all, it was around 1 pm which was basically the perfect time for kids to be out. Of course, she wasn't complaining. It just meant being able to have her cigarette without a bunch of middle-aged soccer moms burning holes into her with their judgey eyes. And after briefly appreciating the nearly deserted park, she pulled out a cancer stick from its pack, placed it in between her teeth and lit it.

 

[Britt]

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