Fandom Lost Between the Pages

[Lizzy]

This is kind of a fandom, considering I got the idea from the series of books called 'Inkheart'. It is a great series and I recommend it to all readers.


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Every character is mailed a page of a book, and a small note. There is no return address. The note says to meet (Some place in town) and bring the page on a certain night. The kids all go, and eventually piece the pages together to a book they find laying in their meeting place.


They find another note in the large book, and it says for them to read the first page. They do and nothing happens at first, but in less than a minute they are all sucked into the story, forced to survive and try to get back home.


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(I will probably edit this when we get the plot picked out properly)


All rpnation rules.


Keep cussing/swearing to a minimum, or don't swear at all!


Nothing... 'dirty' that isn't appropriate for 13 year olds.


No powers. All the characters will be human.


2 characters at the most.


If you want to make a character from the story, ask me first either in PM or OOC.


(I may edit this later so please check this every now and then)

 

[Lizzy]

Lizzy updated Lost Between the Pages with a new update entry:


The Plot

We have our plot/story line figured out for the post part, and it goes like this:
We will be doing Idea 2, as seen in the OverView.


Each character will be mailed a page of a book, and a note saying "Meet at the town's graveyard at 11 pm, Wednesday night. And bring the page with you."


You will all meet there where you find a fantasy/medieval book.


When you put the pages in the book -in the right spots-, then you find a note that tells someone to read the first page. It is soon done and all the...

Read the rest of this update entry... 
Rosaleen was sitting on her bed cross-legged, checking social media updates on her computer. Her mom walked in her bedroom suddenly and tossed a simple white letter on her bed besides her. "For you," Rosa's mom said simply then walked out of her room.


Rosaleen shut her laptop and put it to the side and then tore open the envelope like it was a life or death situation. She loved ripping envelopes open, and wrapped presents. Rosa found a note and a somewhat ancient looking page of a book. She peered at the note and frowned.


'Meet at the town graveyard tonight at 11.Bring the page.' What did that mean?She dropped the note and skimmed through both sides of the book's page. It seemed like some form of medieval story and she was curious why she got such a thing in the mail.


Rosa glanced over at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read 7:00 pm. She only had a few hours till she was supposed to meet at the graveyard, and she was defiantly going to go.

 

[HappyBeingMe]

Harli blew the eraser shavings off of her page of homework, algebra, she hated algebra. She writes down an equation, then works it out neatly on the page. It was probably wrong, but she didn't care that much. Her thoughts are interrupted when an envelope slides under her door.


"Thanks dad." She says quietly then retrieves the envelope. It had a weird wax seal on it, so she pulled it off and took the pages out. "Meet at the town graveyard tonight at 11 p.m, bring the page?" She reads, obviously confused. She looks at her watch and sighs, it was just seven. She thought somebody was pulling a prank on her, so she was going to go so she could teach them a lesson.

 

[Snorlax]

Wendy lay on her bed, sprawled on her back. She smiled up at the ceiling, frowning, and then smiling again as if someone were speaking to her. She hear a knock on the door and quickly leaped from the bed, running into the living room wearing on an over sized pink tee shirt and knee high black socks. "Oh, good day," she said, tilting her head to the side at the mailman. "You're awfully late," she said, checking the time on a nearby clock and noting that it read seven, and then frowning. "It just won't do." She snatched the mail from him and closed the door.


Wendy lived by herself. Her father didn't like dealing with her and even purchased a small house for her to live in. Her mother checked in every once in a while, bringing her new books to read along with food. You see, Wendy hardly ever left her house. She tossed the mail onto a nearby table and waltzed into the kitchen. She hear small meows and looked down to see her cat, Jon. He was a little brown kitten. Adorable really. "Hello Jon," she whispered as she bent down and picked him up. She walked back over to the mail she had thrown onto the table and sorted through it. "Bills, bills, whats this? Oh, I don't know." she put them back onto the table and grabbed a particular one. This one letter seemed stick out from the rest. She didn't really know why, but it just called out, I'm different!, to her.


She stuck her right index finger under where the envelope top attached to the bottom and slowly ran it across, ripping it open. She smiled as Jon began to purr. "Mmm, yes. I don't quite know what it is either." she said to hip, scratching his rump where the tail met the body. She pulled out the contents and opened the letter inside.


"Meet at the town's graveyard at 11 pm, Wednesday night. And bring the page with you."


"Oh, that's odd." she whispered. "What pa-," she looked into the opened letter again. "Oh, this page!" she exclaimed, startling Jon as she pulled another page out. As she began to read the other page, she became thoroughly confused. "I still don't know what this means. Oh well," she set Jon down on the floor and walked towards her bedroom again. "Meet at the town's graveyard? Sounds like a blast!" she smiled.

 

[Plight]

Rebecca has just started her break, having had a busy night of catering to the upper class in her father's casino. Catering didn't only involve bringing drinks to those heavily into the gambling, it was also...her presence, so to say. Her beauty, being bold. Her father, disgusted, had told her the other day how people had starting coming to OOGLE her! She understood his embarassment. But to her? It was music. Money, Knowledge, and Beauty was what really mattered in this world, and it seemed she had already been given one for free! Of course, it wasn't like she was going to give in to any of those rich pigs. When she stood at the top, it would be with no one at her side. Then she could pick a man that stood as her equal.


But man, who the hell spends their breaks thinking so much? She had like three books to finish, and the month was already ending. Before she could grab one of them and keep reading, however, she did her daily-on-break dart-toss game. Isn't it sad, when you get so many into the center of the board, that you have to stop playing in three shots? This time, she was trying to write the letter D with darts. Perhaps by the end of the month she'd be done with the alphabet in its entirety.


"Honey? Someone just brought mail for you. Kinda shady, but whatever. Remember that I need you home at 11:30 to open the door for a friend that's staying over! Don't dare to overtime! ...Love ya!" His father rushed to give her a kiss on the cheek and left the envelope on her legs. Man, that guy sure lived on the edge.


"Hehehe, oh Dad. Sure has to learn to relax". Tearing open the envelope, it relayed one simple message:


"Meet at the town's graveyard at 11 pm, Wednesday night. And bring the page with you."


Jeez. Wasn't that today? Why not just write today? ...Well, maybe the sender hadn't expected the postal service to be so mediocre. And what was with this obvious attempt at kidnapping? It's not like she hadn't read enough novels to know it meant trouble. No WAY she was going unnarmed! She had a skirt right now, when when she got into more casual clothes she'd stick some darts into her pocket. Let that creep try somethin', he'd go blind for life!


It all worked out for her though, since she had to leave early today. The graveyard was on the way home, so she'd finish her shift and leave right away and see what the hell this was all about.

 

[cataleerc]

Tap tap tap





"Stop that."


Tap tap tatatap





Azrael whipped around, hurling her history textbook at the door. "Enough already! Vika, go somewhere else. I'm studying." A brief, blessed moment of silence ensued, followed by the tapping accompanied by scratching and mewing. Azrael's face dropped to her hands, and she bit back a scream of frustration. Why had she ever taught that damned ferret how to knock? Now the cat, too.


"Alright, alright," she relented, standing from her precarious perch half-way out her bedroom window. She moved to open the door and was swiftly greeted by a large Savannah cat leaping into her arms, and a small ferret scratching at her legs. This moment so clearly depicted her life that Azrael thought it was a shame no one was around with a camera. But then again, she hated pictures featuring her. It wasn't because she hated how she looked, she just didn't enjoy having to pose for people. "What do you have there?"


Azrael set Sveit down and reached for Vika, who was scurrying around, dragging an envelope roughly the size of her body by the corner. They wrestled for it a bit, but obviously a human girl, even one as small as Azrael, would beat a ferret every time. It's just how the world worked. She took the envelope in both hands, prying it open from the hole Vika had chewed in the bottom right corner. The contents read:


Meet at the town's graveyard at 11 pm, Wednesday night. And bring the page with you.





Signed, no one. This was certainly an odd command, but not too out of the ordinary, she supposed. She often spent her nights at the graveyard, writing in a small journal until the early morning hours. She often returned home through her bedroom window and managed about two to three hours of sleep before she had to get up again either for school or to feed her animals. Nice to know this didn't interfere with her nightly plans in the slightest. Still, she couldn't shake the premonition that something might happen, and that she should take Vika and Sveit with her.


"Alright, you two. Go grab your leashes. We're going on an adventure."


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Daniel arrived at the graveyard at a prompt 7:13 pm on a Wednesday night. The letter had said 11, but as the graveyard was typically about an hour out of his way, he decided to just wait out the next few hours with some music and a nap instead of trekking an hour home, then an hour back. He didn't mind it, really. The graveyard didn't scare him at all. Nothing scared him, except angry women. That was a terrifying sight to behold, and he had been on the receiving end of that anger far too many times. Sure, he could be a bit rakish at times, but did that really constitute nailing him in the balls every single time? At this rate, he might have to count himself blessed if he ever fathered children.


He whistled a slow tune as he weaved through grave markers, just biding his time. He double checked that he still had both letter and book page with him, slightly crumpled in his back pocket. The letter had said meet in the cemetery, but it never specified where, and this could be a problem as the graveyard was fairly large. Large enough to get lost at night. Or during the day time, for that matter.

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

Emmet was bored. There was no one around and he had nothing to do, so he just slumped over the edge of his bed, groaning. He scratched his head and took off his glasses before rubbing his eyes. "Oh God," he complained, "Why is it so bloody dull here?" He slumped even further before accidentally slipping off his bed entirely.


"Ow..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead as he sat up, frowning. Suddenly, his father came in and tossed an envelope at him, not saying anything but, "This came for you."


As the door shut once more, the teen scrambled up and opened it hastily. He read it aloud, because no matter how hard he tried he could never read in his head. Ah well. Too late for a reading lesson. Besides, he'd just gotten a letter, and wasn't about to wait to open it!


"'Meet at the town's graveyard at 11pm, Wednesday night. And bring the page with you.' What the-?" He glanced around as if someone else was in the room, then re-read the note. "'11pm'?" He glanced at the clock. It was only seven now. "Aww.." He picked himself up regardless and prepared for his epic quest.


He really had no reason to go, aside from just wanting to, that is. I mean, he had nothing better to do anyways, and besides, it could be fun! Who knows what could happen?

 

[Lizzy]

Rosaleen grabbed a zip-up hoodie as it began to near 9 o'clock. She really wanted to go... There was no harm in going early, right?


She put it on and zipped it up halfway an then tucked the note an page in her pocket.


She walked outside and got on her bike and then began to ride in the graveyard's direction. The sun was starting to sink into the sky by now, and it made the rest of the sky a beautiful mix of colors. She tried to look up at it whenever she was going straight and din't risk hitting something.

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

It was now 9 pm, and Emmet sighed, wiping his forehead. The page he'd received was on his bed where he'd left it absentmindedly. He hadn't even bothered to look it over, and the thought suddenly crossed his mind, just now as he was preparing to leave. After all, it was quite a distance from his house to the graveyard. His dad wouldn't be happy if he caught him sneaking out, that was for sure.


He grabbed a portable flashlight and the page and climbed out of his window. Well, tried to anyway. His hand slipped and he tumbled into the bushes below with a muffled crash. Not wanting to get caught, he scurried up and out and raced for his bike, that of which he got on immediately, pulling the hood of his jacket over his ears for warmth.


Holding the now-turned-on flashlight between his teeth (very unwise, but he was not particularly wise, after all), the boy pedaled quickly down the street towards the graveyard, the page clutched in his fist. It was going to get crumpled a bit; he hoped that was okay. "Bloody hell," the teen cursed under his breath. His face was freezing, and the wind whipping against it wasn't exactly helping. His hands were cold too, and it was going to be a long ride. "Might've been a good idea to pack some gloves..." he muttered to himself.

 

[HappyBeingMe]

Harli puts her jacket on and zips it up. She then walks out of her room with the envelope in her pocket and a flashlight in her hand. She nods a goodbye to her dad, who was watching TV, then walks out of the door. She checks her watch to see that it was 9:30, so she starts walking towards the cemetery. It would take her quite a while to get there, seeing as the cemetery was on the other side of town.

 

[Snorlax]

"Jon, I'm bored." Wendy groaned as she sprawled herself out over her bed. Even with a house all to herself, she remained mostly in the bedroom. She looked at Jon who licked his paws. "Is that fun?" she asked, rolling onto her stomach and propping her head up with her hands. Her green hair fell on top of Jon, startling him slightly. But then he decided her hair wasn't too scary as he started batting it around with his paws. "I suppose," she picked up the mysterious letter that had arrived earlier. "I could go to the cemetery early? I used to go there frequently as I remember." Wendy sighed and hopped up from the bed. What would she wear exactly?


Her closet was full of clothes. She went for an over-sized pink sweater. It was ripped and torn in all the right places. Quite fashionable in her eyes. She would wear a black tank top underneath, so no one could see any part of her porcelain skin. She slipped the black tank on, then the sweater. It reached to her thighs, almost like a dress. Grabbing some black tights, she crawled into those. "Highly fashionable, yes?" she asked as she looked herself up and down in the mirror. "To the cemetery!" she exclaimed, applying black slip-on shoes onto her tiny little feet.


She poured some more food into Jon's bowl and made sure he had fresh water. "I'll be back." she waved at the kitten who sat on her bed and then began to lick himself thoroughly. She locked the house door behind her and turned around, hopping to the sidewalk and following it towards the cemetery. "I'm off to see the dead people." she sang quietly.

 

[Lizzy]

Rosa eventually got to the graveyard, and left her bike by the gate as she walked inside. She eyed the graves as she went along, soon growing bored off the silence, so she started to whistle a fun tune.


She put her hands in her pockets and kept walking, just out of boredom really. And who knew, maybe there was a clue as to why she was told to come here.