Multiple Settings This Forest of Mine {Original Plots, Partners Needed!)

[amended]

And From Outside,
Enter I

Hello all, I am amended, I have slumbered for a whole year and have returned to wrench the rag of creativity onto unsuspecting people.
I don't mean to tell-all about myself, hopefully what entails in this Interest Check is enough to warrant a message and I can wail my life story and further capabilities there instead of here.
Besides, that should allow us to develop a better bond with regards to figuring out each other and we can run amuck with OOC!
But I digress, let's get into the nitty gritty of the whole thing!


What One Desires,
Let's strip down the language to points instead.

---Literate---
I really want to stretch my writing legs with my partners, meaning more detailed writers are what I'm in the market for. Even if you don't label yourself as particularly advanced, send me a writing sample and we can go from there!
---Brainstormer---
Let's bring about the blossoming of collective thought and expression!
---Cooperative---
Self-explanatory.
---Vocal About Their Own Wants From The Story---
It's a terrible fear of mine that I will run the length of an idea in a story that could've been put to better use for the other person.
---Announce Impending Ghosting---
Just a courtesy, really.
---OK With Darker Subject Matter---
Nothing too risque, really just the general bout of violence and drugs.
---Daring---
Willing to experiment with the story, something as abstract as a story demands it.

Is No Greater Than What They Give.
---Writing Style---
While the prompts might be back and forth between tenses, I write in third person past tense, as if I were telling a story.
---Communication---
I will keep you updated on my frequency/availability and if we really get off to a great start then OOC will definitely flow steadily!
---Opinions---
Yes, I want to actually tell you how I feel about stuff relating to the story. If things aren't working, honesty is of the highest value.
---Research---
I'm a sucker for knowing things and I will strive to know whatever is required to do a story justice.
---Ghost Alert---
On the off chance I need to take a short break, you will be notified promptly!
---Detail---
I love the legality of Dickens and the descriptiveness of Tolstoy, I strive to paint with my style but I try to give my partners devices and details to work with instead of endless descriptions of clothing and environment.
---Density---
I like to make my posts aesthetically pleasing, but like muscle behind heft, I try to deliver a large post with large material to construct from. While I can't guarantee that every post will be masterfully crafted, do know that love and effort go into them!
---Aesthetic Dedication---
When I get the idea for how a story should look or feel, I try to keep as close to the manner of the story as I possibly can, for love of aesthetic continuity more than anything.
---Cross-Platform Inspiration/Media Sharing---
Most of my plots have influences and inspirations that do not dwell singularly in a literature format. Any of the media that I am inspired by or feel appropriate within the story can and probably will be shared!
---Versatility---
I, much like my signature suggests, am pliable. I want to work with whoever my partner may be as comfortably as possible and I can compromise more than my post probably suggests I might appear to. Be frank, be blunt, be open, communicate with me and I will work with you to continue onwards in our interactions!

OK, now with those out of the way, let us get onto the literature aspect of this post!
I only wish to write one of these stories for the time being. When given a direct narrative to work off of, I find more inspiration and dedication come naturally to me. I am bypassing all of the half-hearted plots and ideas that simply wouldn't hold my attention for too long. These are plots that I absolutely WANT to do, they're personal stories that I wish to write with other people, to show them these ideas that I personally love. But don't be discouraged from messaging me any ideas YOU might have. While these plots are my absolute wants, I am open to other ideas that might strike up some interest!

X=You
Y=Me

• Crackerjack Nights
• His Majesty and the First Lady Knight
• Upon the Foam, Under the Waves
• A Flower Along the Steppe
• The Princess's Pardon
• From Voronezh, They Went

• 
  Upshift,
  Upshift,
  The motorcycle wailed as his foot shifted the gear up once again,
  The biker he was chasing just kept getting farther away and he wondered why,
  By the time he heard the rival gang member racing up behind him,
  He knew he bought it.
  
  In the year 2066, rampant violence consumes the streets of the West Coast. In the city of Manhattan, Y is an addict of the mainstay drug of New York known as "Crackerjacks" by some, "Poppers" by others, "Cherrybangs" by more, and so on. After a rather violent stint one night, X swoops in to pick him up from one of the local stations in the early hours of the morning. X is a long-time friend of Y and has been Y's only friend for some odd years. After making a short trip back to Y's apartment, they are stopped in the middle of a fight between two biker gangs. They manage to make it through the hail of carnage and roaring engines to Y's apartment where he sleeps off the long night.
  
  The next morning, Y and X hit the streets again to do their usual pushing but are caught off guard after getting picked up by one of the biker gangs from the night prior. Shaking with the belief they're bound to die, they are caught off guard when they're both offered positions in the gang to replaced to men who died the night before. With many questions and fears swirling in their heads, they reluctantly agree and step foot into the world of motorized criminal warfare.
  
  Theme
  
• 
  And from then ruined village,
  Pilgrims were a man and woman,
  Of no nobility,
  Yet glory would seek them.
  Unnamed Story (C. 1461-1470)
  
  In the 15th century in a small village in the low countries of medieval Europe, two people were driven from their homes. Y was the son of a blacksmith whose servitudes to nobles in the area earned him some renown before his untimely demise at the hands of a particularly rough winter. X was a field worker who dreamt of becoming the first in her family to break the chains of serfdom and live among the peasantry as a tradesperson. However, bandits had found their small village and forced them from their homes. During the escape, the two had managed to escape unharmed yet found themselves stupefied at having lost everything their families had worked for.
  
  However, after an encounter with a party of noblemen, the events that would find them would come to alter their lives beyond all imagination and change the course of history forever.
  
  Theme
  
  
• 
  We were thirty-eight crew set out from the port,
  On the Maine Line, we went out to the Nort',
  When we saw the men dancing underneath the waves,
  We prayed and prayed for our souls to be saved,
  So pity us poor sailors wherever we roam,
  For there's no guarantee that we'll ever come home.
  
  X is a woman living in the port town of Castine in the year 1908. Between the frequent walks along the port and the long nights of watching the light on the lighthouse make its revolutions, she dreams incessantly about the life of a seaman and the travels associated with the occupation. But being a female upon a merchant vessel is a dangerous quarry and most captains don't allow the sort of thing. After all, they have standards for their men and don't want any funny business going on underneath their noses. But X develops an insatiably tempting idea; to disguise herself as a male and find work upon one of the vessels. After a heated inner debate, she finally decides to shed her old life in the port and join onto one of the ships under a new alias.
  
  The place to go would be the docks and, after speaking with a rather peculiar captain briefly, she joins the throng of seamen who hurriedly race for the pub for a night of relaxation before the next journey. Yet through the interactions she begins to realize that the crew she has fallen in with has a bit of a reputation for strange occurrences on their runs. As the crew return to their ship to ship out of port, X's second doubts become immaterial as her journey becomes apparent and the outcome unknown.
  
  Theme
  
• 
  Along the Steppe,
  Grew a flower,
  That had never been seen,
  Yet it grew,
  And its petals did bloom.
  
  The forceful exiling of the Romanov family signed the death warrant of Tsarist Russia and the dizzying flurry of change and reform that would occur during the reign of the ensuing provisional government and the many political factions that fueled the engine of such change.
  
  But this is not where our story takes place.
  
  Towards the Caucasus mountains, past the Crimea, Cossack tribes roam freely, having paid little regard to the Tsarist rule, let alone the Red and Black tides pushing against the null provisional government. An English explorer, having made a trip to Russia directly prior to the outbreak of the Great War that broke the Eastern giant, makes her way towards the Caucasus for shelter from the political whiplash in mainland Russia. However, she runs into a group of Cossacks, eventually befriending them and being accepted into their community as a guest. Even though the turn in her adventure is unexpected, she is grateful for being given a chance to research cultures beyond mere Russian peasantry. Among one of the original Cossacks who found the explorer is a young man no older than the explorer who develops a friendship with the completely alien person, having never seen someone outside of Eastern Europe before in his life, in a sense allowing him to explore the culture of the West as the explorer does of the East.
  
  Yet as the Red tide becomes the victors up north, the Bolsheviks soon begin to turn their attention towards former Russian subjects. Ukraine, Siberia, and the Caucasus all become forefront in the re-expansion of a new empire with the journalist and the Caucasus Cossacks being front and center for the coming war.
  
  Theme
• 
  O' dear knight,
  Try as ye may,
  Ye duties outweigh your efforts,
  Do they not?
  
  In the kingdom of Tristania, a royal escort was covertly transporting the Queen to a nearby hot springs when it was attacked, leaving everyone but a single Knight and the Queen dead. However, the Queen was mortally wounded and succumbed to her injuries as the Knight carried her back to the kingdom with tears in his eyes and morose wails conveying the endless remorse that stirred within him. Immediately upon arrival, the Knight was detained and sent to be kept in holding while the King's court decided who to convict for such a terrible loss. With no other person left to convict, all fingers pointed straight at Sir Knight who was the only one available to be punished, regardless of his heroic defense of the Queen.
  
  Our story picks up with the Knight awaiting official decision of his punishment when the Princess decides to visit him and learn of his true intentions on that fateful hour.
  
  Theme
• 
  There was a German poet who, after visiting Russia, returned to Germany and began dressing as a Russian peasant.
  What did he see in those people?
  His self-punitive writings may have shown a sympathy for them.
  Something worse than meaningless labor for the glory of naught.
  Something worse than the poet's self punishment.
  Something maybe even without cure.
  1975
  In the city of Voronezh, a city that sits along the river of the same name, lives X. X is a lower class woman who, through a series of terrible misfortunes, holds no assets, no prospects, and not a tear of optimism to grasp onto. In her desperation, she goes to Y, a lowly and lonesome drunk who lives down the hallway from her soon-to-be abandoned apartment to see if the rumors of his past are true.
  
  In 1969, a great comet flew over the city of St. Petersburg and an area of 3 miles to the east of the city became estranged. It was highly radioactive for forty days before suddenly purging itself of the radiation through no known manner, leaving the area seemingly as it once was. But this was not the case. Oddities began to occur ranging from disembodied voices to catastrophic events occurring in one form or another within the perimeter. The government decided to attempt expeditions into the place, but time and time again, these anomalies would dismantle any military contingent sent in. Nothing was truly learned from the repeated attempts to discover why or how the area could have occurred. The operation of it was far beyond scientific thinkers and the only solution that was found was to simply keep it secured until further developments could occur.
  
  Yet despite all the dangers discovered, many treasures were found likewise. Objects of seemingly otherworldly ability with physics-breaking properties were discovered alongside very human items that were seemingly imbued with these otherworldly properties as well were discovered in safer areas. Some objects didn’t do anything but were highly radioactive and were promptly contained. Of course, where there’s intrigue there’s profit, and items slowly began to find their way onto an illegal market, some even being sold back to the scientists of the Soviet government themselves. And thus the government developed the Institute of Scientific Research, whose only purpose was to monitor and research the affected area to discover exactly what caused all of this to occur.
  
  The public, however, were left to their own devices to figure out exactly what had caused this and furthermore what was happening within the giant cordoned-off area. They deemed the conglomerate of land the "Zone" and thus daring minds began to plot ways to figure out what lay within the walls. Adventurers found exploits within the government perimeter; from storming through the heavily guarded train depot that acted as the solitary entrance into the Zone to developing secret passageways out of gaps in the physical structure, men and women alike found their ways in. These people, referred to as "Stalkers," were the first of humankind to somehow navigate the Zone. And within their findings they discovered a seeming myth that dwelt at the heart of the Zone.
  
  According to the word of the Stalkers, there was a room that would grant the most desired wish of anyone who went into it. The word of this turned the Stalkers from explorers into guides and while the word was spread far, the people willing to attempt the journey were few. The Zone was still a dangerous trip and everyone who sought the room knew this, which is where the Stalkers developed most of their reputation. The government labelled such people as criminals and the sentences for being a Stalker were hefty, so much so that Stalkers began to quit their expeditions, fearing the next one they make would be their last.
  
  In Voronezh, all about the slums, rumors were commonplace and helped to keep daily life from becoming unbearable. Tall tales and watered-down truths were the fuel for gossip and gossip was happily included into the everyday vernacular of the city's people. Yet one particular rumor had graced the halls of the A.N.I. Apartment building upon multiple occasions, ever since 1974. A former Stalker supposedly lived on the fourth floor, down at the end of the hallway next to the telephone pole that sat just outside his wall. But the man remained undisturbed, he was a lowly drunk of which any interaction was thought to be uncomfortable and distasteful.
  
  Now, in X's desperate state, she is forced to reach out to her final option, Y, to see if the tales of his past are true and if he's still got it in him to guide her.
  
  Theme
  

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[MoonBunBun]

If your into fantasy and 3rd person I'm down

 

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[Blossom]

Hello! I'm personally interested in the "His Majesty and the First Lady Knight" theme, if you haven't already found a partner for that plot.

 

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Bump, new plots!

 

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