In Time RP (JOIN! PLEASE!)

In a future where people stop aging at 25, but are engineered to live only one more year, having the means to buy your way out of the situation is a shot at immortal youth.

The world would never be the same.

By the year 2161, genetic alteration has allowed the human population to stop aging at 25 but people are required to earn more time after turning 25 or die within a year.
‘Living time’, can be transferred among individuals but it also replaces money and its availability is displayed on an implant on people’s lower arm.
When that clock reaches zero, one dies instantly.
Society is divided by social class living in ‘Time Zones’. To move from time zone to time zone you need time and lots of it.
The poor live in the ghettos of Dayton, where youth predominates, and must work each day to earn a few more hours of life, which they must also use to pay for everyday necessities.
The rich live in the luxurious city-like town called, New Greenwich, in which the middle-aged and elderly predominate. They drive fast electric cars, and can live for centuries

(To help those who haven’t watched the movie I am adding a few characteristics of each part of this society.)

The Poor:
They do everything fast and tend to look at their ‘clocks’ because they have to watch how much time they have left. They are hard working people because it is the only way to keep earning more time.
Time transfers are done by pressing their wrists together. Kids who are not 25 yet usually carry around a small silver box where they can start saving time for when they need it. That time is given by those willing to donate it.
There is a place in the ghetto where they give out free time but they have small quantities and that is not enough to live with and not everyone gets some.
Inside the poor society there are the gangers who go around stealing other peoples time and killing them. They are like mobsters.

The rich:
The rich take their time doing everything; indulging in their life styles. They have no reason to look at their ‘clock’ because they have hundreds or thousands of years left in them.

Time keepers:
These are the people responsible to keep the balance in the society. There is time to spare for everyone to live forever but they can’t have that. They have to keep the poor dying and monitor the time in each time zone.
Their time is given to them but only 24 hours at a time.

CHARACTERS:

Mary Morris: Poor, 30 years old. Works as a show girl in a night club in the ghetto, and doesn't like at all to be called a prostitute. She has a daughter who is 3 years old and whose father died before she had even been born. She lives alone with her daughter and leaves the girl with the neighbor when she has to work. She wears baggy clothes during the day but always wears her wavy brown hair down and big silver hoop earrings.Has gray colored eyes and a tanned skin. (Nashi)

Alli Sallas: Poor, 24 years old but about to turn 25. Alexander's younger sister. She is a stay at home girl since she is not 25 yet but her brother is apprehensive about her turning of that age and starting to work. She has long wavy blonde hair and bluish eyes. She likes to make her own decisions and is very energetic. (Nashi)

Zachary Sallas:Poor, 28 years old. Alli's older brother. Lost both his parents after he had turned 25 and was stuck taking care of his baby sister. Works at a factory where they make the time keeping boxes. He also plays 'arm wrestling' to win his family more time. Is tall and in shape. Has longish blonde hair and bluish eyes. He's sarcastic and a complete bastard when he wants to be but he also has a loving and kind side to him which he shows a lot to his sister. (Nashi)

Jeremiah Monroe: Leader of the most feared gang, 60 years old. Not much is known about him other than he doesn't have any family left and you shouldn't double cross him. He won't hesitate to kill you. Doesn't feel any guilt or regret. Has short brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. Always wears a well trimmed beard. Dresses well and loves a good smoke. (Nashi)

Lillian Harris: Rich, 113 years old. Is married to Arson Harris a very rich business man but she is not happy with such a life style. She was not always rich, her mother had married into it when she had been just a little girl. She still remember the life outside of Greenwich. She has medium length black hair with purple eyes much like her son's. She usually stays quiet and does as told and that has led her to be taken advantage off. (Nashi)

Alexander Harris: Rich, 76 years old. He is Lillian's oldest and only son. He has an arrogant air about him although he is good at playing games. He spends his days wasted with gambling and drinking. His parents think he is just wasting time especially since he will be the next leader of the company, next to his father. He has longish blonde hair and purple eyes. He has a tanned skin tone and a bit of built in him. Always wears button up shirts. (Nashi)

Benovii Archelo: One of the poor who thieves from the rich for more time. He's a criminal in a small smuggling gang, always on the run. His family are all dead besides one - Kysen Lanos. Neither sibling tolerate the other, much too angry at one another. A mess of short dark hair which usually falls into those warm chocolate, amber-tinged eyes. Only thirty years old yet. (Mo)

Kysen Lanos: Once was one of the poor, she thrived to join the rich and living by marrying into it. Her rich husband was murdered for his time, though many believe the mugging attack to have been devised by Kysen herself - she simply laughs off the accusations. She is usually seen with various men, their relationships ending near enough after the begin. She's easily bored, basks in soirees and the likes. Acts as though her brother is dead to her. She's 36 years old, looking her finest at the age of 25 like everyone else, with short brown hair that has a wave running through it. Alluring blue eyes, they reflect her cold-hearted persona. (Mo)

Zennet Donteq: Works with those of who are in charge of the time supplement. He's high up in rank, using it to his ability. Harsh, constantly taking time from people who piss his off, the man doesn't have much patience and feels no guilt for the deaths he causes. He's 184 years old, blue eyes flecked in a gleaming silver. (Mo)

Reytan Serondaz: Poor. Works a day job in an office, doesn't have a very exciting life - as of the moment she changed her past 30 years before. Was once a daughter to a rich family, she ran away with one of the poor, landing herself in a dangerous, wary life. She's sweet, tries to teach her daughter the right things in life, may not miss the parties or her family she left behind in New Greenwich, but she wishes life was easier for Tamazey. 78 years old. A beautiful dark tone, glossy, curly bronze hair and dark caramel eyes. (Mo)

Tamazey Serondaz: Poor. She's part of the gang Jeremiah's gang. Although she's a gentle, sweet person by heart, she has killed her share of people for good reasons. She at times sells herself for extra time, only to share it with her mother, Reytan. She's 32, but no father, nor does she know who he is. Doesn't wish to ever be one of the rich, yet envies their carefree lifestyle. Has long, dark brown hair that is easily mistaken as black, an exotic black skin tone, chocolate eyes and a grin to be wary of. (Mo)

Arson Harris: Rich, married to Lillian, but doesn't love her. He once spent his days all play and no work, until he turned things around, converting his lifestyle for one of work. So deep in his work, he doesn't leave time for much else, including his wife. Nothing really means anything to him anymore, having lived almost a century, he's become depressed with living. Work is his distraction. At times, he can consume a considerable amount of drink when actually out, which only ends in disaster as he becomes a violent drunk. Never wanted to marry Lillian, and knows she felt the same way, but was advised to for their appearance. Has spiky dark blond hair, a clean shave, always dressed in the best of suits, and has dark brown eyes. (Mo)

Alessandra: 27 with long, dark auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She's without a family, and she has very little time left. She doesn't try to gain more time, because she doesn't expect that she'll be able to. She's rebellious and only worried about living her life while she can. She doesn't think about the future. She's a carefree but sweet girl with a whole lot of personality. She's friendly, but she's fiery. She's sensitive, but she puts on a tough exterior. She doesn't want to spend even a second sad if she can help it. She moves from place to place and doesn't have an actual home. (Coot)

Adam: 32 with shaggy blonde hair that fall into his blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He's a rich boy, but he despises his family. They've cut him off from his Time, so he's been trying to survive out on his own. But he's secretly been getting help from his little sister, Caroline. He is a calm boy, who rarely shows much emotion. He's a thief, and he's been in countless gangs. He's fearsome in a cold, chilling way. (Coot)

Caroline: 30 with long, white-blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She has a sweet smile, and she seems and acts like a rich girl. She loves her brother, Adam, and tries everything she can to help him with his Time troubles. She's been known to get mixed up into bad things for the sake of protecting him. She sells herself and allows Adam to collect the Time her suitors pay her. She's a very sweet girl, when it comes down to it. She's naive, and she knows it. She can't help but wish for the best, all the time. She's energetic and spunky, but she's also very secretive. (Coot)

Daisy: A 23 year old time keeper. Despite his name, he is very clearly a man. He is tall, has blonde hair with blue dyed edges and dark green eyes. He is a little snarky and a bit of a pervert as well. He works by traveling from city to city, as a time keeper as well as a time hacker. He is given time to travel from time zone to time zone so he can complete the missions. He is a wiz with anyelectronic equipment and can make just about anything work for him. On his off time he wanders around the lower classes, observing the quality of life and the differences between the rich and poor. On his own time, he works to make things a little more balanced where he can.

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*googles the movie* XD)

I wanna joooiiin! But I'm like loaded with work so it might be a while before I come up with anything. O.O

Just send me your characters when you guys have them ^.^ But yes JOIN!

(Lol, they're up already! I have at least another two characters but I'm going to mass right now and then Derry, so I'll think of them for when I get back. :3 Mud, you could watch In Time in letmewatchthis or vidsmobi if you want. (: Later, darling! <3)

(Okay Momo! You'll probably come back with a gagillion more! Haha See you later darling! Love ya! <3)

(will send/post a character tonight X3)

The life of the rich wasn't as easy as those in the guetto would think. There were images to keep, everywhere you went. And Lillian knew that. What happened inside her home was completely unknown to the outside world.

To humanity she was a loving and happy mother and wife, married to a successful business man. Her son Alexander was an excellent and smart young man who was supposed to follow in his fathers footsteps.

But in reality her family was as dysfunctional as it got. Her son was addicted with gambling and drinking, her husband was barely even a husband but a man she shared everything with and didn't even love.

Today was no different, her husband went to work and Alexander got home a little after he had left. And no as the day ended, Alexander was getting ready to leave before his father arrived. It was the way things worked. No goodbyes, no words exchanged. They just simply rolled by each other as if the other one didn't exist.

~*~*~

Mary went through her afternoon routine, she got ready for work and put on a coat on. She got her daughter ready and took her over to the Sallas home. With few words said she hurried to work.

She looked at her clock as she walked quickly. She had time until around 3 in the morning but before then she would have more for the next day. It was always the same. Every day.

She walked into the club and hung her coat up, grabbing a drink from the bar and heading over to the dancing stations. She was to dance there until a man (or sometimes woman) called for her.

A job that disgusted her but it payed the bills... Payed for food. It kept her alive for her daughter.

~*~*~

Zachary came out of work, wiping his forehead and looking at his clock. They had played them once again at the factory. They got less time today, barely got them through another day but it was all they could do.

With a sigh, he stuck his hands in his pockets and began to walk home. All around him he saw people hurrying, looking at their clocks. Fighting about the raised prices. It was horrible the world they lived in while the rich were probably having a blast in their fancy parties. They had time to spare.

It didn't matter who it was, as long as they had plenty of time. Benovii took the lead. Dressed in a conspicuous black attire, he walked through the shadows of the hot evening, displaying determination as his eyes kept on the young woman waiting in a fancy car by herself. What he assumed to be her husband had left a moment ago, seemingly for a short delay in their day out. Probably work-related. 

All it took was a swift pounce on the door and snapping it open as he took to the seat behind the wheel. The woman screeched when her awfully large green eyes fell on the gun in his hand. They dashed to the building where her husband still was, looking to be willing the man to sense her danger. To no avail. 

"Shut up or I shoot." Benovii took hold of her wrist, the woman barely putting up a fight as she surrendered, simply trembling violently as tears rolled down her cheeks and she begged he didn't kill her. 

Benovii rolled his eyes, though he held sympathy for the woman deep down, amiss her wealthy ways.

"Just cooperate and you'll be fine," he mumbled, while numbers on her clock fell and his climbed. He wouldn't kill her over it. It wasn't necessarily her fault that she was born how she was, but he would leave her with enough to live until she gained more supply, or got that rich bastard to buy her some. 

Just like that, it was over and he had sixty years in a matter of minutes. He couldn't get any more as he was intruded upon when her partner left the building. But the woman swore not to say a word, mascara running down her cheeks as she sniffled and shook, just glad to see she had survived the ordeal. 

Quick as a flash, Benovii fell back into the shadows, overhearing the angry sounds of the male before they faded when distance grew. There were a number of things Benovii could use his time for - gambling, drink, sex, food, less work. Instead he opted for another cause; helping out his neighbour with her low run of time. Her husband had passed and work didn't come easy for the mother of four.

*_*_*_*

106 years. That's how long Arson was living for, but to him he felt as though he had died the last fifty and was just continuing life like some sort of dead man. The days never changed. Same repetitive, boring routine. He thought by absorbing himself in his work he might find something worth living for. He didn't. Yet, it proved better than life at home. It was horrible. He didn't speak to Lillian all that much, and their son? Hadn't even seen him for the past while. Wasn't like he cared anyway. 

Arson slammed the door of his car door shut, as if to alert Lillian of his arrival. He already knew what would happen when he stepped through the door; she'd be in the kitchen finishing off the dinner, serving it when he'd go to take a seat in the dining room and they'd both sit immense the noise of forks and knifed clanking. They had nothing in common to have a discussion. Once, when they had married at first -- what was it, eighty years ago? -- they had attempted to try and be a couple, but little talk of the weather and work dropped after not longer than two minutes. 

He didn't want to be there. In fact, he hated home. What he did like was to go out and drink on the odd occasion, but it was an odd occasion for a reason; he knew how he got when drunk. 

The briefcase fell to the marble floored entrance and Arson inspected their smack-in-the-face white themed house. Not only was the walls painted white, but the furniture, floors, miscellaneous objects were like-wise. A blank canvas, as plain and blank as their marriage, their lifestyle. Maybe that was what had Arson back tracing his steps out of the house again. He couldn't stand it, not now. He hurried down the steps and walked across their freshly trimmed garden in an attempt to reach his car faster. There, he jumped in and drove off, not precisely sure where he was going. That, he could at least sense, had some sort of thrill in it, however small and insignificant it may be. It was different and not planned.  

*_*_*_*

Kysen nestled in the luxury covers a moment longer, running her hands through the silken sheets as she sighed. Her latest man was in the shower and taking his time. Thank fuck for that. She was beginning to get tired of him already. The sex was fuck all and the guy must have thought the bigger the ego, the bigger his manhood would succeed to. More like shrink. 

She rolled out of the bed, whipping up the strays of her clothes and underwear and taking her sweet time pulling them on. It had taken a while to get used to not rushing, to spend time doing nothing, but now it seemed like a second nature to her, as though that old life had never existed. It didn't. Not ever again. 

Poor Deron had never stood a chance. She knew how he spent his Fridays with the boys drinking, it was quite an easy target. Marrying him had been easy, the fool believed her 'woes' and ate up every word spilled from her lips. Her acting ability proved outstanding if the tears and performance she casted at his funeral had anything to go by. Although there were those few snarky ones who would dare suggest the suspicious. 

The water had stopped running, which Kysen almost beat herself up over. Raquel opened the door wearing only a white fluffy towel and slippers on his feet. And that annoying grin of his. 

"Where are you going?" he asked once he noticed the clothes masking her earlier naked body. 

Kysen inhaled a deep breath, looking to the floor as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, biting her bottom lip. "I--I've been meaning to talk to you." She glanced up at him, dropping her gaze quickly to the floor again. "This isn't working. I don't think I'm over Deron yet. You're just not him. I tried to love you, but I can't."

When he placed his hands on her shoulders, Kysen almost broke out of her play to snap at him for daring to touch her. But she didn't, alas not ruin the 'break-up.' 

"Baby, it's been three years since that drunk was killed. How could you even love that guy?"

Three years? Time flew when you were having fun. She must have had a relationship, or fling as she liked to think, every two weeks since Deron's death. She had plenty of practice at getting through these irritating stalls. 

"Please, I just don't feel that way." Kysen stepped away, using extra strength to pull her free of that grasp of his. Before he could get another word in, she left, for once, falling into her old habit as she sprinted down the staircase and away. 

(I'll bring in the other three after a bit. :3)

Alessandra made her way down the dark, dingy alley, not bothering to pay much attention to her surroundings. She hadn't gotten jumped by any gangs yet, and she was hoping her luck would last.

She had had a pretty rough day. As trip to the club had turned disastrous when one of her friends was jumped for Time. Of course Alessandra has just walked away. Why risk herself for someone she didn't even really like? So she had left, but her fun had been ruined. Then she had gotten lost on her way back from the club, and she was still hopelessly lost and wondering. She wished she could have taken her friends car, but she didn't even have the slightest clue how to drive one. She'd never bothered to learn before.

Alessandra started to cross the quiet street, her eyes on her feet. She was looking gorgeous in the new heels she had stolen off of some rich chick. they made her legs looks long and gorgeous, and of course the length of her short little dress was helping. She was just beginning to wish for some action to get rid of her boredom when she heard the sound of squealing tires. She froze and looked up, just in time to see the car as it slammed into her.

Alessandra landed on the hood of the car with a cry, then rolled off the side to land onto the pavement with a groan. Her body was alight with bursts of pain. She struggled back onto her feet, swearing under her breath, and looked down at herself. Her dress had ridden up and was filthy. And her heels... Well, her brand new heels were scruffed up and dirty. To make matters worse, she was sure that she'd have multiple bruises, and she also thought that she may have dislocated a hip. She looked over at the car with a glare and marched her way painfully over to the passenger side. She yanked the door open and slid in before the male driver could even say a word.

"Hello, I'm Alessandra, and I believe you now owe me a new dress, new shoes, and something else to compensate for the pain I'm now in."

He almost believed the woman to be dead. She had to be. But as he sat in stunned silence watching her get up and into his car, there was little Arson could make sense of. It took some long moments before he could understand what she had said, to look past the idea he almost murdered someone.

"No. It's not my fault you ran out on the street on me." Honestly, he wasn't sure whose fault it was, only that he had been fidgeting with his phone when he looked up and saw her there. If he had waited a second later to put his foot down on the brakes, she probably would have crushed to pieces. The images in his head weren't so very nice.

This was what you wanted, he thought. A bit of excitement in his life. Something to set everything astray. He jut hadn't expected to see it in the form of a bruised girl who looked like some stripper and had the cheek to demand from him. Arson finally let go of the steering wheel, flexing his fingers from the clenched form they had rested in. "Get out," he said with little emotion. He tried, tried until it looked obvious, to see her clock, but the damn girl covered it from his view. Was she some poor scum who used her body for time, or a wealthy bitch coming back from a party? He couldn't tell and therefore it made him wary.

(brb! (: )

Alessandra scoffed and pulled up her dress, revealing a very bruised hip that was starting to swell. "Sorry, baby, but you owe me now. Maybe a little...time," She smiled her irresistable smile, her eyes vicious. "I'm not a push over. If you don't give me something, things will go verybad for you," She leaned slowly across the seat, seemingly seductively, until she suddenly grabbed his length through his pants in a hard and painful grip.

Did the girl have no decency? Definitely rang stripper as she lifted the material of her ruined dress. "Fuck off," he cursed, one hand over hers at his crotch. She may act desirable, but her grip on him wasn't so appealing. If only he was somewhat drunk, he'd have the violent attitude to fight her back. Without it, he wasn't all that much of a fighter.

"Let go and we'll discuss this properly." He had plenty of time that it wouldn't matter a few weeks gone, but he needed to be careful with the she-devil before him.

Alassandra smiled and let go, moving back into her seat. She slipped off the ruined heels and propped her feet up on the dash. "Mm, so, bodily damage, destruction of property, and of course the psychological damage that you've caused me. I'd say that that is worth a lot of time..." But Alessandra wasn't so sure that that was what she wanted. "But maybe you could pay me in fun instead,"

Arson loved his car, so seeing her feet propped up on the polished dash had him twitching in annoyance. She wasn't making it any better with the shit coming out of her mouth either. "How much time are you looking for?" he asked, avoiding that 'fun' comment. Although his senses sprung alert at the sound of the strange word, he wasn't a big risk taker in the end. Pressing a hand onto his crotch, he rubbed the stinging tingles left after she released that tight grasp. He combed a hand through his dark blond hair, looking her over, at a loss when she appeared at most comfortable.

Alessandra raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, so no fun?" she asked, smirking. "Someone who looks as rich as you must have the means to have fun. Drugs, alcohol... That's what I want," She bit her lip in a very seductive way, looking him over. "Don't be such a loser, honey. Give me what I want. You owe me,"

She didn't even know him and she knew he was a loser just as he did. Fuck life, Arson grimaced while thinking it over. "I don't have any drugs or alcohol. I owe you? What about the dent you most likely placed in my car? These things aren't cheap you know." He refused to let himself become aroused by her little tricks. An experienced whore, that's all she was.

'What about the dent in my hip?" Alessandra raised her eyebrow again and opened his dash up, digging though the contents. She pulled out papers, condoms, and a little bottle of vodka. "Oh, a secret stash. Tasty,"

They were suppose to be his emergency stash, not to be found. How was he suppose to know the she-devil would go snooping? Arson snatched the vodka from her, letting her keep the others as there was nothing she could do with those that would render him caring. Maybe he should drink the stuff down and play along with her game.... "How about we can it fair, we're paid - your hip and whatever and my car."

"You can't pull that shit on me," Alessandra smirked and slammed the dash shut. "I could have permanent physical damage. Your car can always be fixed," She shrugged and looked out the window at the ghetto street they were parked in. "But I could always just get some lawers involved. That would cost us both a lot of time, but...I don't really care about time. All the better for me."

"Why, because you can always fuck your way?" he blurted, "I know your kind." He had kept a distance from them, not bothering to engage himself in the dirty games most men adventured into. Arson shook his head. "What do you want then? And don't try be smart with me."

(Lillian is actually not happy O.o I thought the woman had no emotions! XD I will post soon on this one)

Alessandra was completely insulted. "Am not a whore!" she snapped, her hand going back to his crotch and gripping it so tightly it was sure to leave a mark, her nails digging in. "The last thing I want from you is sex, honey. And it's so hard not to be smart with you, considering that you're such a fucking idiot."

(Ooh cat fight? Meow! xD Well, Arson is a hottie. *drools over Reynolds*)

He hissed as her nials dug into him again, his own hand reaching down to grip her wrist. "Let. Go. For someone denying to be dubbed a whore, you sure don't act like it." Arson was able to loosen her grip off him a little. "If I'm such an idiot I wouldn't have climbs so high in society." He had worked hard and long for his place as a top business man, this girl had nothing on him.