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Applications Two

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Canon Characters:
Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
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Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
Sample Application (Malkus Iverwelling)
Previous Game History:
Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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Applications will be open on the following dates (from 7pm EST):
12th-19th December
16th-23rd January
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19th December
23rd January
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Owen Harper | Torchwood | (reserved expired) {2/2}
[video]
[The camera turns on to reveal no person in sight. This much is sure: It is being shot in the kitchen area as the blur of the video phone reveals several pots on the stove top. As well as where the phone itself is position shows that someone is behind the phone, taping the area. Dim as the lights are, they are illuminate enough to make out other items within the camera's line of focus.
Utensils for starters. Utensils sure are helpful. They are at least a sign to Owen that this is not a prison. Technically it is but he'll take the bleak signs of hope lingering around.]
--Alriiiight... Video phone appears to be working just fine. Texting however-- [The camera shifts around to point at the sink.] is out of the picture. Now if I were an inter-dimensional mastermind bent on stealing people from different parts of the universe then why would I give my captives a partially functional cell phone of all things? Unless...
[Turning, turning aaaaaand there we go. Our cameraman is revealed. Well...only for a split second until he decides to zoom in closer to his face. A little too close for comfort; nothing but eyeball in this picture.] A list of faces with no names attached to them. Why would they do that...?
[Finally, the camera is pulled further back to reveal the young man in short, dark hair styled quite nicely for the occasion. His clothes are casual yet sharp. A fitted button down shirt and a pair of black slacks to go with. If one were to take a closer look then you would find small, smudges of dirt on the front collar and shoulder area.]
Well that's one sure way to keep tabs on us. [He winces.] Great. I just creeped myself out there. Hope you lot are enjoying this. I normally don't stick around post-apocalyptic ghost-towns very long. Not really my style, yeah?
[His face suddenly deadpans.]
By the way: The plumbing system here? It's the worst.
[Good. Glad he got that one out of his chest. Now he can end this video feed and continue on exploring Fuckallsville.]
Sample Entry Two:
Burns...Every--Everything burns...
Hot twisted metal pierces through his flesh. A mass explosion from within. He can't stop himself from collapsing. Cries are washed a way with the ringing inside his ears. All connection Owen had with the outside world is now far, far away from his grasp. Every single breath feels shorter. There is a taste of warm, metallic fluid from the back of his throat which continues to overflow. It won't stop. In mere seconds he is burning and drowning from within.
This is it. This is how your story ends. He can see them. His team. Oh god-- someone...somebody. Please help! All Owen wants to do is cry loudly for help as his throat continues to hemorrhage. There is nothing left to feel anymore. Nothing but to sink deeper and deeper into a sea of unconsciousness.
The dream is over.
One last breath turns into one giant gasp for air. A large gasp for air which soon turns into a frightful scream which can be heard from a long distance. Instincts tell Owen that he is still in danger. No one is around to reassure him, to make sense out of the sensation he has felt in merely seconds. Thoughts racing around his mind: 'What happened? Am I dead? Why am I here? Where is everyone else? Am I dead?!'
Bed. He is in bed. The unlit room makes it difficult to make out anything. All he can feel is the mattress under him and the sheets which now covers the lower-half of his body. The lack of reassurance makes Owen break out into a cold sweat; his breaths are now shorter and faster. Oh if he could only see!
It takes a moment for Owen to collect himself. Everything seems to jump from one scene to the next: from the bed to suddenly standing in front of the bathroom mirror. The door is wide open. Wide enough so that whoever lurks in this facility can see a shirtless man just staring. Any chance of washing his is completely out of the question.
Oddly enough, he made it.
-> ACCEPTED