[center [b [i Dear, Anyone Reading This I Guess]]] [center [i Hi! My name’s Oliver and I guess I’ll get right to it. I’m taking a trip.]] [center [i That might not be interesting to you, but it could be! Because I don’t want to take this trip alone... and that’s where you come in.]] [center [i I don’t know how long this trip will be. I don’t know if we’ll even make it all the way there. I don’t know if everyone’s going to get along like I want them to.]] [center [i But I do know a couple of things! My van has five seats . I got gas money that can take us from here to the Grand Canyon. I got a cassette player and a guitar. And I got nothing to lose.]] [center [i If you’re over 18 and sure that I’m not gonna get charged for kidnapping, rip a slip off the bottom of this page. I’ll be waiting at the corner of First and Fifth Avenue from noon till 6 pm. Then I’m driving off into the sunset with or without my van filled up.]]
[center [i P.S. Please pack light, my van isn’t that big.]]
[center [b •••]] [b [center [size20 Plot]]] [center Six strangers set out on a road trip from Florida to New Mexico with nothing more than one back pack and a reason for leaving everything behind. With little in common and the road stretching before and behind them, they’re all going to have no choice but to get to know each other- lest they fall subject to a scratchy cassette player for hours on end.] [center Along the way there will be laughter, tears, fighting, friendship, pit stops, and a shared wanderlust and need to escape that keeps the group from falling apart at the seams. After all, who gets in a van with a stranger if they have something to live for?] [center [b •••]] [center [pic https://66.media.tumblr.com/00e335c3d9531b7757613ea760a8b2f3/tumblr_inline_p92rt57ed01sib083_400.gif]] [center [b [size20 Rules]]] [list Be semi-literate to literate. I’m not going to put a limit because we all have those days, but if you regularly post one paragraph replies, this isn’t for you. Wait for at least two people to respond before you do. I will have an order put in place in the beginning for the first few go arounds. Be present! I have a full time job as well as a family life. I understand you can’t always be here every day, and that’s okay! Just keep up and if you haven’t responded in a while, I’ll message you to check on you. Be nice to each other. I’ll have an OOC set up after everything is filled. Come to me first if you feel you are being purposefully excluded or harassed. Be interesting! No Mary-sues or woe is me characters. They can have depression without that being their entire character. Try to differ from character personalities we already have! Romance should not be instant. It is allowed and encouraged, but no love at first sight, clinging to one character stuff. Let it flow naturally. Cursing is fine because I myself have a bit of a potty mouth and probably won’t hold back. When you send your character in, title the PM with your own favorite song. PMs without this or posted in the thread will not be accepted. You know the deal, sexual stuff to be taken off site or time skipped. Discuss with the other person, but it will be time skipped on site for roleplay purposes.The story will move along. Have fun! I don’t want this to be a super serious thing. If you aren’t feeling it, tell me, no hard feelings. If you need a break, tell me, and we’ll figure out what to do with your character as a group. We’re all going to be friends here, no pressure. Would prefer real person pics for this one, thanks! ] [b [center •••]]
[b [size20 [center Skeleton]]] [center [b Picture: ] Please send me a link! Real people. ] [center [b Name: ] First and Last] [center [b Age:] 18+ ] [center [b Gender: ] Male/Female/Trans/Enby... ] [center [b Sexuality: ] Gay/Straight/Bi/Ace... ] [center [b Backstory: ] Couple paragraphs, nothing big] [center [b Reason For Joining: ] Couple Sentences ] [center [b Favorite Song: ]Link me :) ] [center [b •••]] [center [b [size20 Characters]]] [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/YKTQnVd.jpg]] [center [b Name: ] Oliver Hawthorn ] [center [b Age: ] 23 ] [center [b Gender: ] Male ] [center [b Sexuality: ] Pansexual ] [center [b Backstory: ] Oliver has always been strange. Not strange in the way that kids would make fun of him growing up or strange in the way that little old ladies hide their purses as he walks by them. No, just... different. ] [center Different in the way he speaks, sounding way too formal but moving way too fast for you to hear every fancy word he uses. Making friends wherever he goes, his smile opens up like a sunflower - one that happens to have an affinity for obscure old school music and an obsession with the Grand Canyon, mind you, but a sunflower none the less. ] [center Oliver never really got along well with his folks. Well, that isn’t entirely true, but it’s what he tells people when they ask him why they aren’t around. He’s been alone since the age of 17, but it isn’t all bad. ] [center Living in the heart of Florida inside of your own van sounds a lot worse than it actually is. Oliver tries to see the humor in it. ] [center [b Reason For Joining: ] He has a van and he wants to make it to the Grand Canyon. Florida is boring, but so are road trips with no one to talk to.] [center [b Favorite Song: ] [https://youtu.be/kqXek853SDE Aubrey by Bread] ] [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/95RIZTv_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&shape=thumb&fidelity=medium]
[center [b Name:] Delilah Quinn] [center [b Age:] 24 ] [center [b Gender:] Female] [center [b Sexuality:] Bisexual] [center [b Backstory:] Delilah was a girl born into a very privileged home. She had opportunities given to her from a young age and by the time she was 20, she was pursuing a life dream of working in the healthcare business.] [center On her final year of a four year college, Delilah experienced a seizure that had her sent to the hospital. That day they found a tumor in her brain and her life came to a sudden halt. Now she’s deciding what to do with the last of her time. Should she waste it here with her parents and hospitals or explore the world she may never have the chance to do again?] [center [b Reason For Joining:] She wants to live life to the fullest before her secret comes out.] [center [b Favorite Song:] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pCELRyJ4uM Let Her Go - Jasmine Thompson]] [center [pic https://i.imgur.com/nRsINJA.jpg]] [center [b Name:] Charlotte Kaiser] [center [b Age:] 20] [center [b Gender:] Female] [center [b Sexuality:] Bisexual] [center [b Backstory:] Charlotte lost her parents at a young age and moved in with her aunt and uncle, growing up alongside her cousin. While sad, it's not something that holds her back from anything. Her life was pretty simple, but she always felt suffocated by her aunt. It seemed that she wanted to keep Charlotte close and out of trouble for fear of losing her as well. Unfortunately, that didn't stop Charlotte from sneaking out for late night parties, among other things.] [center At the end of the day, Charlotte is a very daring person and lives by her own rules. While she's very caring, she's not afraid to say what she thinks needs to be said and won't back down unless she knows she's in the wrong. ] [center [b Reason For Joining:] As stated before, she grew up in a very tight home. What better way to get out and see the world than with a group of strangers?] [center [b Favorite Song:] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtGgj5zhM84 Rockabye by Clean Bandit]]
[center [b Name:] Cassidy McAllister] [center [b Age:] 25] [center [b Gender:] Male] [center [b Sexuality:] Open for Anything] [center [b Backstory:] Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Cassidy has known nothing his whole life but luxury. From the outside it looked a pretty picture. Everything he ever wanted or needed, Cassidy was delivered on a platter. He had the cars, the boats, the vacations, the jewelry, the clothes. However, looks can be deceiving. From the outside looking in everyone saw a charming, cheeky young man with a winning smile, fit to take over the world. From the inside, it was akin to looking through the bars of a cage at a zoo. ] [center Being the son of two socialites, despite not being the oldest boy among his three siblings, had certain expectations from the moment of his birth. Cassidy was raised on the prospect that everything he did, everything everyone saw of him outside of the house, had to be perfect. His existence, his inheritance, depended on it. Appearances were everything to the McAllister family. This left Cassidy with very little in the way of intimate relationships, as anyone he was seen with had to be up to snuff. ] [center Late in is teenage years Cassidy began to rebel, and found he preferred being himself. He preferred being carefree, being hedonistic, getting high, making out, and leaving the appearances behind. Oliver’s letter came at all too opportune a moment, when Cassidy was on the precipice of being on his parents’ last nerve, and he had a choice to make. With hardly anything, and no note left behind, Cassidy made his choice to escape his gilded cage.] [center [b Reason For Joining:] Cassidy can no longer bear the weight of being perfect, he needs to find a way out from under it before it crushes him entirely. ] [center [b Favorite Song:] [https://youtu.be/zhjNm20XbXw Only the Good Die Young - Billy Joel]]
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[center [b Name:] Luka Brenneman ] [center [b Age:] 22] [center [b Gender:] Male] [center [b Sexuality:] Closeted Homosexual] [center [b Backstory:] Luka was raised in a very loving family. He grew up happily with his little sister Clara in a typical farmhouse on a small farm in the New England area. Both of his parents have always been supportive of their son's choice to pursue music as long as he kept his grades up. Although he fit in well with his openly liberal family, Luka has a painful secret. He is gay. Deep down he knows his parents will love him unconditionally, but his first date with a girl his junior year of high school excited his mother beyond belief. She couldn't stop gushing over them and for that reason, he feels like coming out would wreck her love and image of her 'perfect straight son.'] [center During a tour in Florida with his band, 'Rural Panic,' Luka came across an interesting add for a road trip. The band was on their last night of performing and Luka needed a break. With his parent's and band's permission, Luka packed his belongings and favorite guitar and responded to the add.] [center [b Reason For Joining:] Luka needs a break for the music scene. His passion has turned into a job and it is draining. He wants to make music just for fun again.] [center [b Favorite Song:] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFcxK9wl-RU Shut Up and Smile - Bowling for Soup]]
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[center [b Name:] Nadia Malkin] [center [b Age:] 25] [center [b Gender:] Female] [center [b Sexuality:] Demisexual] [center [b Backstory:] America, a country spanning four time zones and over 200 years of existence ever since the Revolutionary War. Not only that, but it was a country filled with rich history considering that America had only existed for those 200 years. Across the cold waters of the Atlantic Ocean there existed a country of 1156 years old spanning 11 time zones. Not only did this country more and existed for more, it also contained much more rich history than America.] [center This country was Russia, the country in which Nadia was born. Being born raised, and schooled there, Nadia grew up extremely knowledgeable about Russian history via her parents, teachers, friends, and random talks on the streets with strangers. But the older she grow, stronger did the curiosity grow about learning the history of the other countries which made the world she lived in. One country in particular drew her curiosity because of the constant news about it on the Russian news media; America. ] [center [b Reason For Joining:] Exploring the North American Continent.] [center [b Favorite Song:] [https://youtu.be/j7B4ACeXBHU Red Roubles Boris vs DJ Blyatman by Life of Boris]]
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“Dead heat of the summer!” her father called up the stairs as the red head stuffed the last of her things into the simple black backpack decorated with patches from her alma mater. “You should be staying here with us! You need to do treatment!”
Her cheeks were flushed with red and her eyes tired from crying. Two pairs of clothes and one set of shoes was enough. Delilah flung the small camera around her neck and took one last look around her pristine room. Perfect in color, in taste, in future ambitions. Leaving behind everything she had worked for, studied for, suffered for just for a chance to [i live].
She felt the tears pooling her eyes again, so she turned around and closed the door. The young woman took one deep breath before heading down the stairs. Her parents were at the bottom, her father red with anger and her mother buried in a wad of tissues. “What if you don’t come back?” he said. “What happens to everyone you love? To us?”
Lil’s lip quivered slightly as she shook her head in disbelief. How could this people begin to understand? [#ff3700 “I’m going,”] she said firmly. [#ff3700 “Don’t wait up for me.”] There were a few awkward moments of angry staring before they simply hugged and swapped goodbye’s and I love you’s. Then... she was gone. Out the door, onto the street, making her way to the pier where this free spirit Oliver promised he would wait.
Six strangers on a trip to New Mexico. Here she was. Taking that miserable feeling in her gut and turning it into something beautiful... all because of a note she read online. Maybe she was crazy.
Delilah turned into a nearly vacant parking lot, immediately spotting the young man with the colorful sign on the corner of the pier. Her heart was beating loud in her chest and jumped when someone knocked on her car window. Her good friend David.
She opened the door and slid out of the driver's seat, giving the boy a quick hug before shoving the car keys into his hand. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
Lil nodded. [#ff3700 “I’m sure. I promise to text you where I’m at.”]
The dark haired boy smiled softly before giving her one last hug. “I’ll see you later.” She almost choked up with emotion.
Pushing back her hair and swinging the bag over her shoulder, she crossed the short distance between her and the boy with the van. There was a brief greeting before he gestured for her to get in. Delilah stood back, surprised. She was the first one here.
With another deep breath, she took the front passenger seat.
Lil didn’t talk much while the five others showed up. She was lost in thought, thinking about her parents, friends, house cat. Staring at her tattered shorts and off white sneakers. Once the group finally hit the road, Oliver spoke with such enthusiasm it actually made her feel welcome. She waved at ‘Carla’ briefly. No driving. Turns to sleep. Chip in. No sex- obviously. No smoking. Pretty straight forward stuff that really kept his precious baby alive another day.
Delila jumped when the leader of the pack, pointed towards her. She smiled, despite herself. [#ff3700 “My name is Delilah but you can call me Lil.”] She waved to everyone in the back. [#ff3700 “Just decided it would be fun to drop everything and go.”] She pointed next to a girl with wild black hair. [#ff3700 “You go.”]
The sun was hot and unrelenting from where it hung high in the sky over the busy Florida streets. Even though it was pretty early in the day, it seemed like the weather didn’t really get the memo. Oliver has always liked the long summer days, but seeing as he was standing outside of his van rather than sitting in it, even he had to admit that this wasn’t ideal. He felt bad for everyone going to work, bustling around in three piece suits.
Maybe a Monday hadn’t been the best day to choose. The corner he was standing on was situated next to a pier and a large, looming row of office buildings- like two worlds who wanted nothing to do with each other just happened to be neighbors. Oliver smiled at a man passing by him talking loud and abrasively on the phone, and only got a bewildered look in response. [i Yeah,] he though, [i exactly like that.]
Leaning against the scorching metal of his van, Oliver starting tapping a soft beat onto the door with the heel of his hand. No one had showed up yet. Granted, it was only eleven and the ad he put out had said noon, but he was excited, okay? It’s not every day six strangers willingly walk into your life with the intention of road tripping with you. He didn’t even try to hold back his smile at the thought. He was hoping they would find him easy enough.
He had made a big sign to put on the back of his van that said “I’M OLIVER” in rainbow colors, just in case.
By the time early evening had rolled around, Oliver was sitting on the ground with his guitar, trying to remember exactly how to play [i Roadtrippin’] because it seemed the most appropriate. People had showed up one by one, and Oliver had just nodded at them, told them they could take a seat if they wanted to- like he was welcoming them into his home but it was just the warm concrete. It was still hot, but less scorching and more pleasant now.
He hasn’t greeted everyone individually. It felt kind of redundant to say his name and rules over and over and over again. Sure, he loved to talk. He would probably be talking nonstop right now if he didn’t know better than to control himself and not scare everyone off. So he said hi, let them talk amongst each other, and that was pretty much it as he strummed the tune he hoped at least one of them would recognize.
Not two seconds after the last person showed up, Oliver hopped up from the ground in one motion with the biggest smile he could possibly muster.
“[b Well well, good afternoon kiddos!]” His voice was loud, but friendly in a way that nothing could really sound like an insult. “[b My name’s Oliver, if that wasn’t completely obvious by my letter. And my van,]” he gestured loosely to the sign. “[b So welcome to what I’m calling the Best Backpacking Bacation! I wanted it to be all B’s but it didn’t really work, so here we are stuck with that name. Let me know if you have anything better than that, trust me, I’ll take anything.]”
His go to was using humor as a bridge. Whether he was funny or not was debatable.
“[b Right, okay, here we go. Ground rules! One! No one else drives my van. She’s my baby. Her name is Carla. Say hi, everybody,]” he gave her a solid pat. “[b You guys can all take turns sleeping in the back or we can stop at hotel if everyone wants to chip in. Don’t worry about gas money, I’ll play the streets for it. Any of you are welcome to join me if ya’ want.]” He have a knowing look at the guy standing there with a guitar. “[b Just hope all y’all like oldies.]”
“[b Two!]” He might have been getting louder. “[b No sex in the van. Self-explanatory. Three! No smoking in the van! You can smoke outside when we stop. I will,]” he fished out his pack of cigarettes in his pocket and shook them. “[b Honestly all these guidelines come down to don’t fuck up my van, guys. And also don’t be a serial killer. But I guess if you’re here you wouldn’t tell us if you were one... anyway, on that note!]”
Oliver clapped his hands together and pointed suddenly, singling out one person at random- a girl with wild red hair- and grinned like a mad man. “[b You! I love your hair. It’s introduction time! Share with the class.”]