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*This actually has next to nothing to do with Lilliput, though it is G/t.Rules:
Write something worth reading! This is a biggie. I simply will not respond to horrible starting posts. Bad comments later on will receive a warning. (Likely after I ignore it for a few days)
Paragraph form, not script form.
No having an overpowered character!
Nothing fatal.
No swearing. (you can say that they swore, or use something like 'Dang frizzle frazzle phooey to the nth degree,' but don't actually swear. (Also, interwebz cookie to the first person to name where I got that from.))
No fetish related stuff.
No sex. None. I won't RP that.
If you switch, I still want a good starting comment. I will ignore any that just say 'switch'
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((I would say yes, but I'm feeling a bit swamped with all the rps I'm currently doing and don't really want to start another. Sorry.))
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Okay. another time then
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(I'm new to using Paragraph form. I'll try my best to stick to it, but there might be a time or two when I accidentally use script out of habbit. And also, the riles say no sex. Is minor sexual content allowed?)
I was a normal human female with well tanned skin. As well as long orange hair that reached down to my rear, and a blue eyes. I was wearing peach lipstick, and had a rather flat chest. I was around the age of fifteen or so, and out of pure fear, I froze, unable to move an inch.
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((No it isn't, and I'm sorry, but I'm not doing this one anymore.))
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(Really? Then if you don't mind my asking... Why did you allow an RP you aren't doing to just now be put itno an RP group?)
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((I did? Oops, sorry about that. I must have submitted it by accident along with some other rp prompts.))
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Jack froze when he felt the sharp thing pressed into the soft tissue under his jaw. Suddenly, he regretted shaving yesterday. If he hadn't, his three-day beard may have prevented whatever it was trying to impale itself into him. He gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Uuh, I'm frozen. What's going on?"
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"You're in direct violation of the treaty, that's what's going on!" the voice snapped. "What are you doing here? Your kind isn't allowed here in our territory!"
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"T-treaty? What treaty? Seriously, I was hiking with my buddies and I took this seriously stupid dare and got lost. When I found the main road yesterday afternoon, I thought I was heading back to civilization, not into some war zone!" Jack was trying to see who was pressing a sharp, pointy thing into the underside of his chin without moving his head.
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"You are heading into civilization," the voice snarled. "That's half the problem!" Though his captor sounded quite fierce, the voice was oddly... small sounding, and seemed to come from only about a foot off the ground.Β
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Jack was seriously confused. "Look, all I wanted is to get to a phone and call my buddies to come pick me up. I left my cell phone in the tent." He turned his head slightly to get a look at his captor but instead of a pair of feet, he came face-to-chest with a very small person. Jack's eyes went wide and he abruptly sat up, wincing when whatever pointy object the tiny person had been wielding cut into his skin. "Oh my god! You're tiny!"
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"No, you're the big one!" his captor insisted, pointing his sword up at Jack again. Now that he was sitting up, Jack could see that of all the dozen or so men standing around him with swords and arrows pointed in his direction, not one of them stood over a foot tall.
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Jack was pretty nervous. For being a guy over six feet tall, he was always very aware of his height. And now that he was surrounded by a dozen or so foot-high people, he was doubly aware. Self consciously, he pulled his feet underneath him and made sure his hands were at his sides.
"I, uh, I guess in this case I am the big one. But I swear I didn't mean it! I mean, I seriously don't even know where I am!"
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"You're intruding, that's where you are," growled the man who appeared to be in charge. "And breaking an important treaty while you're at it. Giants aren't allowed over here!"
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"Seriously! Listen, I don't even know where I am. I didn't know tiny people existed before I woke up withΒ tiny people pointing sharp things at me!" He was panicking slightly, eyes wide as his breathing sped up. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know there were treaties or anything. I was just looking for my friends because I got lost. That's it! I promise."
((Sorry for the delayed replies. I'm currently out of town and won't be on much.))
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"Would you cut that out already?" his captor exploded. "We're not tiny! You're a giant! And whatever your intentions may have been, you are still in direct violation of the treaty. You're luck you were even permitted to wake up alive."
((That's perfectly understandable.))
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Jack's eyes were huge and panicked as his breath wheezed. He grasped at his chest as he felt his lungs constrict and his throat seemed to close. His other hand scrambled in his pockets, desperately searching for his inhaler. He found it, shook it twice, popped off the cap and quickly inhaled the medicine. Having to hold his breath for the medicine to work in his lungs also forced him to calm down. He closed his eyes before finally exhaling.
"Look, it's all a matter of perspective in the height issue. But seriously, I just want to find my friends and get out of here. Or, call the 'giant' cops or something so I can leave!"
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"What," his captor demanded, pointing to the inhaler, "is that?"
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Jack put his inhaler away and sighed. "It's an inhaler. I have asthma. Which is why I didn't want to come on this stupid camping trip in the first place. Tree pollen really screws up my breathing." He rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Can you just call the 'giant cops' or something so I can leave?"
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"You think we want to bring more giants into this?" his captor demanded. "No! You are receiving an armed 'escort' back to giant territories!"
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Jack sighed in relief and rubbed his tired eyes. "So when do we hit the road? I'm ready to leave now. Just saying."
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"Now works. Put your hands behind your back and hold still."
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"Wait, what?!" Jack pulled his hands to his chest. "I don't want to be handcuffed! What if I need my inhaler again? What if I fall; how will I catch myself? You don't need to handcuff me. I haven't done anything to show you any sort of harm. I want to go home just as much as you want me gone. I'll do everything else you say if you don't handcuff me!"
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The man in charge scowled up at him. "What are you going on about?" he demanded. "We're not planning to handcuff you, whatever that means. We're just going to tie your hands together to make sure you don't try anything."
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"Same concept!" Jack insisted, a bit shrilly. "But you don't need to tie my hands! I haven't proven hostile or anything. I've stayed put and kept my hands and feet to myself. I'll do anything else you say, just don't tie my hands together."
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"Alright, I will give you a choice," the commander said, sounding irritated. "Which would you prefer, to have your hands tied together or to have a man with his sword at your throat for the entire trip?"
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"Um, not to question your logic, sir, but how will he do that if he doesn't even reach my knee?" Jack chewed on his lip as he thought over the question. "Could you tie my hands in front of me?"
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"He'd be on your shoulder, obviously," the commander retorted. "I suppose that might be a reasonable compromise.... Fine. Put your hands together and don't move."
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Jack sighed in a long-suffering manner. He obligingly offered up his hands, holding his wrists a little ways apart as he waited for them to be tied up.
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Quickly, a pair of swordsmen tied his hands together with thin but sturdy rope, even pulling his wrists closer together. They left a dangling end that would reach the ground even when Jack stood.
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He winced slightly when they yanked his hands closer together, but quietly kept his wrists flexed. When they were done, unbeknownst to the miniature people, he had more room in his bindings than they had intended. One benefit of being tall was being skinny so his thin wrists would have little trouble slipping from their bindings. But, he wasn't going to do anything to provoke the tiny people. For now, he would just play along like they had him good and bound.
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"All right, you may get up now," said the man in charge. "Slowly. Don't try anything funny."
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Jack nodded and slowly unfolded his long legs. He carefully stood and watched where he placed his feet to balance himself. He nervously glanced down at the tiny people that didn't even reach his knees. His all-too-vivid imagination had him wincing as it supplied his mind with what might happen if he took a careless step around the tiny people.
"So where are we going and how long will it take to get there?"
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"Back to giant territory, and a day or two," replied one of the soldiers holding his rope.
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"Uh, isn't that kind of dangerous for you?" he asked, looking down at his 'captor.' "What's your name, by the way?"
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The soldier shrugged. "Just watch where you put your feet, and I'll be fine," he said. "I'm Casper, what's your name?"
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"I was talking more about a bunch of relatively tiny people walking into the territory of people who are relatively giant to them. But I've been watching where I step since I woke up and realized I was surrounded by people who don't even reach my knee." He glanced down at the small man as he struggled to contain his naturally long strides. He winced when a foot landed a little close to the soldier. "I'm Jack, by the way. Do you wantΒ a lift or anything?"
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"Oh. We'll be dropping you off at the border, I'm sure," Casper told him. Though he flinched a little when Jack stepped too close, the soldier shook his head at the offerof a lift, ppreferring to keep his feet on the ground and also knowing that he had to keep a firm grip on the rope.
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Jack shrugged a bit, inadvertently lifting Casper from the ground slightly. "Sorry about that. But I have to wonder what the point is of 'escorting' me is if you're just dropping me off at the border. I mean, it's not like that gets me in any real trouble or anything. Not like taking me to the cops would. I think."
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"The point is making sure you don't cause any more problems or get into trouble while here," Casper told him bluntly.Β
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Β Jack nodded. "That I understand. How long have you been in the army?" He glanced up at the sky when a few stray droplets splattered on his nose. His brows furrowed at the overcast morning before he yelped as thunder clapped in the distance and the sky broke loose. He was soaked instantly. "I hate camping," he groused. His obligingly kind nature kicked in andΒ he held his hands out above the young soldier clinging to his rope. "Will you keep going even in this storm?" he called over the howling winds.
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Casper shook his head, unable to yell over the storm. The group led Jack into a cave that was just tall enough for him to sit up to wait out the storm, going towards the back so as to not get a splattered by the falling rain.
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Jack sat, somewhat miserably, in the front of the cave. His head only had about an inch of clearance from the top of the cave and he had to pull his knees to his chest to be able to sit with his back against the wall. But this gave the miniature soldiers a reprieve from the howling storm. Jack's leggy body effectively blocked most of the storm from blowing through the cave. Half of him got pelted by the rain and what he guessed was hail, but he didn't care that much. He was soaked anywaysΒ so what did it matter? It stormed the rest of the morning before an eerie quiet fell around early afternoon.
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"Thank goodness that's over," Casper said, sounding quite relieved, looking out past Jack. "Are you okay? You sure got the brunt of that storm..."
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Jack started to shake his head, stopped, then nodded. "I'm fine, but it's not over yet. That storm system is brewing up at least oneΒ tornado, if not more. We shouldn't go anywhere until the system has passed completely." He sighed and rested his head on his knees as he looked out of the cave. "That is one nasty looking sky." He glanced back at the miniature soldiers. "You should probably move further back into the cave if you can."
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They did, and Casper said, "You'd better, too. Wouldn't want to be pulled out by a tornado, now would you? The cave opens up a bit back here..."
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Jack gave a small smile and laughed a bit. "Seriously, it wouldn't be the first time for me. But, yeah, I'll come back there." He had to army-crawl along the cave floor to get to the wider area but it was worth it. Once he was in, there was enough room for him to sit up straight on his knees and still have head clearance. It was also wide enough for the young man to layΒ on his side with his legs curled somewhatΒ or sit up straight andΒ stretch out his long legs. He was certainly grateful for the reprieve. Just as he had settled in, a fearsome howl, not unlike that of a freight train, rang through the air. A chill ran up Jack's spine and made his hair stand on end. "That sounds like a bad one."
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"I hate whirlwinds," one of the soldiers muttered.Β
"How long do you think we will be cooped up in here?" Casper asked, starting to climb one of the walls.
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Jack watched him climb with interest, having to tilt his head a bit to keep the soldier in view. He shrugged as he relaxed against the cave wall. "Most tornados only last a minute or two. But there have been records of a single, F6 tornado being spawned and traveling several miles after touchdown, lasting nearly ten minutes. But that is the worst case scenario. Like I said, most tornados only last a minute or two."
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"Oh, good." Though there hadn't seemed to be many hand or footholds where he'd been climbing, Casper had gone at a steady pace, soon reaching a ledge a little higher than Jack's head and walking on it across the room as confidently as if it wasn't hardly wider than his foot.
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