If we can see if our interests mesh, I could try something with you. Your writing is more "advanced" in my opinion but some people would probably use their own personal definitions as well.
Alright, let's get this thing started! I've never been one to do one of these things before, so please be kind to me. I always found the idea strange to advertise this way, yet it seems to yield some wonderful results.<3 I have no idea what I would like to roleplay, but I would cerainly be open to hearing ideas if anyone has any. I usually am a big fan of creativity, however it doesn't need to be in order to get my attention. I am looking for any sort of partner male or female. Preferably I would like for them to be able to write at least a paragraph per reply or more. I consider myself adaptable to whatever the situation calls for and I'm not quite sure what to categorize myself as.
Here are a few examples:
SpoilerInhaling a deep breath I looked over my colleague with irritation. Tapping my foot in a manner that made me feel overly snobbish, something I most certainly wasn’t. My pay was nice I supposed, but I was the furthest thing from a rich brat. It was however necessary to keep the man working. Had it been anyone else on the staff I probably would have shown him my cheerful side. You know, the one could rub sugar off a candy cane. He had already lost that sort of hospitality an hour ago when I found him panicking. Completely unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. I constantly had to remind myself he was new.
“Ms. Cartier I will be ready by the time the broadcast starts.” I cringed at the sound of being addressed by my last name. It was another indicator that he had just joined the group. Everyone addressed me by my name, unless the situation called for otherwise. Clearly he hadn’t gotten the memo yet.
“Will you? Because it certainly doesn’t look like it Rodger.” It was a wonder the man was here at all. Apparently he had all the right recommendations, the problem was that the man couldn’t go a few moments without causing some sort of issue. The current one was a piece of expensive equipment lying on the floor.
The man seemed to sink into his clothes and I turned away in a frustrated huff. Massaging my temples I looked at the greying sky. It was just another reminder of how many uncontrollable factors there were when it came to reporting the news. However if that man couldn’t get the equipment working properly I was going to have to…no I was going to be optimistic. We still had a bit of time. I nudged one of my other staff members to assist Rodger in hopes of speeding up the process. I could only give the man so many chances and this was going to be the real thing for him. I couldn’t have him acting so scatter brained. Imagine if this was some sort of significant story, the poor guy would be fired on the spot.
I had other things to do rather than baby him. I could hear the sound of my heels on the pavement as I exited the area they had set up for the crew. The bulky mass of scampering people clearly appearing out of place. But it was to be expected, since we had driven from the main city to cover this piece of news. Honestly it wasn’t even supposed to be me covering it. The other reporter was sick and I had offered to take their place. Well I was pretty reluctant at first. Given how many other stories I had covered this week which were actually far more interesting. I suppose that is why they wanted me to cover it. With my name staring to become more recognizable it may have been a promotional tactic to draw more viewers. As if having Kingston Fendelle wasn’t enough.
A large crowd had already begun to gather in order to see the statue. Snapping pictures and finding their own individualized ways to celebrate the town’s recognition. A few frivolous people posing in from of the set up cameras, even though they weren’t shooting any live footage. It was all recorded, yet there was the chance that a few selected clips may be used for the event broadcast later. Some of them even doing some things that would never be shown anywhere and had me holding back a laugh. The staff was going to have fun with sorting those later. I looked away from the cameras for a moment to get another glance at the sculpture. Not one of my favorites of his works, but the Mayor of Carson Springs was certainly going to claim it was one of his best works later. Perhaps the man would be right, I was no art critic. The artist himself was nowhere to be seen, even though I could have sworn he was taking pictures earlier. Wherever he was Fendelle better not be later to his interview in a few minutes. I was in no mood to sit around waiting on him, even if he was a famous artist.
I heard a voice exclaim and I quickly turned. Expecting some sort of catastrophe on impulse. Usually when people called my name at work it was to say something good had gone wrong. This time I was fortunate to be greeted by a smiling face. I returned the gesture as I looked over the beaming man.
“Hello, do I know you?”
He only chuckled, “You are the one who is going to be doing my interview right?”
I nodded offering my hand, “ Kingston Fendelle?”
“The one and only. I’m surprised you don’t recognize me.”
“Oh, I’m not really very attentive to the art world. And all of your pages lack a-“
“No, no.” The man spoke laughing, “That isn’t what I meant. I do that on purpose.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“I used to live across the street from you when you were little.”
I gave the man an odd look before I was finally aware of what he was hinting at. He remembered me from living in Carson Springs. It was a small town, so it wouldn’t be too surprising, but there was no way this man had been my neighbor. I would remember a name like Kingston Fendelle and his face wasn’t triggering any memories either.
“I’m sorry. I think you have the wrong person.”
“You aren’t from Carson Springs?”
“No, I am. I just think I would remember having a neighbor like you.”
“But your name is Skye right?”
“It’s Schuyler, but yes. And you could have gotten that from anywhere. Besides the only young neighbor I had was named-”
“Merton?” He suggested. I nodded and he rolled his eyes. Murmuring something under his breath that I am sure involved me being stubborn. No doubt waiting for the realization that took a second for me to connect. Kingston Fendelle looked nothing like Merton Laupherty. My memory of him was a chubby kid that kept to himself, always drawing in a notebook. It was odd to consider him as that Merton. It wasn’t a typical name in Carson Springs though. My eyes widened in shock as I looked over the man again. Inspecting him for the faintest of similarities, I was starting to think the man had gotten work done. Sure exercise could have gotten him that physique, but something told me otherwise. Perhaps that was due to his sudden desire to do a TV interview along with his speech when in the past years of his fame he had shunned the idea.
“Wait, that Merton? Wow, you look great!”
“So do you.”
“Or perhaps I am just grown up.” I had moved away after only living in the area for a few years. My father had acquired another new job that forced my family to move. Something that it nearly broke my mother’s heart having been born and raised in the town. It wasn’t in his blood to conform to one place. She knew that when she married him, but still she hoped something would change his mind. In the end she was the one to finally give in. Not that she would ever admit it either.
“Maybe.” Fendelle remarked as we both witnessed the staff checking the equipment for the final time. I could tell the artist was waiting for some sort of reply from me, but as nice as it was to see an old neighbor I wasn’t in any mood to sit around and reminisce. It was a wonder he even remembered me, I couldn’t recall talking to him more than a handful of times.
Rodger had joined the staff and was finally looking more collected. Looking around nervously and it took me a second to realize he was searching for us. I slid my phone from my pocket to check the time when it began to vibrate. Perhaps the man wasn’t as collected as I had assumed.
“Are you going to get that?”
I shrugged motioning for Fendelle to follow me as I made my way to the statue. It was where he was going to give his words of gratitude to the town and whatever else they had planned for him to do. He had already given a speech and unveiled it. I hated to admit it, but I was just the pretty face representing the company. Dressed in flattering slate blue dress that blended nicely with the art in the park, requested by my boss of course. He was lucky I loved my job and was actually good at it. Oh and that I didn’t mind being asked to look nice.
“Are you ready to address your town Merton?” I inquired to the man who was now at my side as we slipped through the crowd. He gave me a look and I only smiled,” I mean Kingston Fendelle.” Saying the name felt laughable, now that I knew how far-fetched of an alias it was.
“Skye you won’t-“
“You are Kingston Fendelle to the cameras.” I assured him. Even when I was sure most people in the town were aware of his real name.
That contented him as I saw Rodger frantically approach. Handing over the microphone as he urged us to get into place. The Broadcast was ready to begin. Stating the rehearsed opening for the cameras, I let them skim over to the infamous Kingston Fendelle. There wasn’t too much more footage to shoot. After this we would all be dismissed for the day. It felt like we had been at this park for ages and I could use some distance from Rodger’s clumsiness.
SpoilerA warm desert breeze whipped through the air as Sera slipped out of her seat. The wind catching her long hair, forcing her to make a frustrated effort to swipe it out of her face. She had grown accustomed to the heat, but there was always something trivial that the weather did to grit her nerves. Then again perhaps that was her mind being paranoid, just like was every time she had accomplished one of her errands. Her eyes were trained to be nonchalant as she gave the man at her side a smile. The burly customer giving the small girl a laugh at something she had said earlier. She wasn’t truly following the conversation herself, but the man had wanted the talk. Why he didn’t seem interested to do that with his companions she wasn’t sure. Sera had seen the three men behaving just fine before she entered. Therefore they would be fine after she left.
“Don’t go Miss. How about I buy you a drink?”
Sera held up her hands in dismay, “Oh, I couldn’t intrude any more than I already have.”
“Nonsense!” The man said cheerfully.
The longer she stayed the more she risked. A rule she had always followed carefully. So why had she decided to talk to the older man? He hadn’t anything important to say. It was a purely arrogant gesture on her part. Who could imagine anything going wrong? It was a busy day with people hurrying in every direction. A very easy day miss place something. Perhaps even lose while drinking away in the blazing heat. Not a very uncommon thing at all. Talking to her however, the man seemed to be drinking less.
She watched him dig through his pockets for some coins, but seemed a bit discouraged once he finally found the pesky sack. Tossing it between his hands he made a noise of surprise and quickly opened it. His facial expression giving away all he was thinking in a simple glance.
“Is something wrong?” Sera asked him kindly.
“Not at all…I just thought I had more awhile ago. I guess I’ve been guzzling more than I thought.”
“It’s fine. Your company was more than enough.”
He laughed, “I’m the one who begged you to stay little lady. It’s the least you deserve.”
The girl opened her mouth to say something, but the man had already turned to one of his companions asking to borrow a few coins. Something Sera hadn’t anticipated beforehand. When had she gotten so lax? The man beside him unfortunately agreed and began to search for his own spare pouch. Sera’s eyes drifting to the crowd behind her as she shifted her weight in her dark boots. Her gloved fingers clutching onto the skirt of her short white dress as she tried to refrain from appearing eager. Pretending to be fascinated with the elegant purple rim. Every second she stood waiting was another ripple of the billowing white train against her leggings. Urging her to slip away silently into the masses.
Unfortunately as soon as the idea occurred she felt a hand placed on her bare shoulder. The man grinning again like a fool , unaware of her discomfort. She almost wondered if he was faking it, or if she was really that sly.
“Don’t worry my friend here will buy you something.”
Her eyes flickered to the man opening his pouch and she sighed. The guy was certainly persistent. At least until his friend seemed to notice his own lack of funds too. He didn’t seem the type to leave it to coincidence though and his irritation spurred the third companion to do the same. The situation was quickly spiraling out of her hands.
“I’m missing money too!” The third man bellowed.
“What are the odds of that?” The burly man asked his partners.
“We just met up here, so the chances are it was done-“
“Recently,” The third man finished exchanging a look with the two other men.
“So we have a thief?” The fellow next to Sera inquired, letting his hand slip from place.
An uncomfortable silence in the midst of public conversation fell and it only lasted a split moment. Sera could not be sure who recognized it first, but they the look the three gave her was instantaneous. A mental curse slipped into her mind as the girl’s eyes widened.
“Well this is certainly awkward,” she responded flashing the three an innocent smile. Batting long delicate lashes as she gave a feeble attempt at soothing the situation. Sera truly was an attractive young woman and knew how to use it to her advantage. It would be an entirely futile gesture, if she was unaware aware of at least that.
They weren’t amused, at least not like they had been before. That was definitely a sign that she should be leaving. Her departure so sudden, it almost gave her an advantage. Sera was the furthest thing from slow, which was useful in situations like these. The three slightly drunken men yelling harsh words after the darting girl as she slipped through the people. On average people were usually taller than her too, which assisted her getaway. These men, however weren’t in any mood to lose track of her. It wasn’t as if she had stolen much money though. In fact all of them had a fair amount left in their pockets! This was just being greedy. Even if Sera only had herself to blame for such an amateur mistake. It was foolish to steal from a group and remain in the same area too, she berated herself.
Gliding through several alleyways Sera found herself searching for ways to lose the trailing men. Eventually settling on a populated shopping district, hoping to at the very most slow them down . She needed to think, it had been ages since she had met people this territorial. Sera had to admit she was bewildered they pinpointed the problem to her though. Most people weren’t so keen and she didn’t dress like the average thief. She certainly appeared better off.
Amethyst eyes peered around for some sort of temporary escape. Clenching her gloved fingers Sera nervously bit into her lip. This could hardly be considered fair. Having three large men chase after her like this. Not that she had done anything to deserve fair treatment. It was the principle, yet she was sure telling them that wouldn’t go over well. She hadn’t wanted her errand to end in violence, but these men were almost forcing her hand. This was the last time she was being generous too, she should have taken all their money. That at least warranted this sort of chase.
She turned a quick corner toward a booth and felt herself abruptly halted. Every ounce of urgency disappearing from her limbs as she felt herself collide with something else. The momentum throwing her momentarily off balance as she also tried to grasp onto the person she had startled. Fortunately she hadn’t spilled any of the person’s belongings.
“I’m so sorry,” the brunette quickly apologized to the woman.
Taking note of the female’s beautiful blonde hair, well not only that. The woman was stunning herself. A simple apology might not be enough. She could hear the men’s shouts over the crowd though and she wasn’t sure she had time for much else. Glancing over her shoulder she let out a bothered groan. Why couldn’t they just give up? As if it weren’t bad enough that one of them had been trying to get her drunk, one drink always led to another.
SpoilerThe streets appeared bare for the next few blocks. The two women had managed to find the only portion of town uninhabited in hopes of remaining out of trouble. What disaster could befall the two if they remained away from all others? That was their reasoning, yet the whispers of the empty path said otherwise. Disaster always lurked around unsuspecting corners. And they were magnets that summoned it from the most unlikely of sources.
Rather than dwelling on the potential dangers though Sera remained preoccupied. Staring at the vast expanse of sky that was now finally clear, it had been raining the night before. Pouring was perhaps a better term, but now there wasn’t a shred of evidence. The dirt surface of the roof she was occupying was littered with nothing more than leaves. It was approaching cooler weather, however still warm enough to wander around without some sort of cloak. She wasn’t sure why she had decided to laze about rather than assist her companion inside; staying had been a last minute decision on her part. The blonde had urged the group to go on, yet Sera couldn’t help feeling concerned. The other woman was too kindhearted to leave on her own. She supposed that the woman could take care of herself; Sera’s conscience just wouldn’t let her go. In the worst case she imagined the blonde’s kindness being taken advantage of. She was already overworking in this petty town full of greedy people.
A falling leaf landed on the laying girl’s stomach, dragging her attention to the forest just beyond the town’s edge. Here it was approaching winter, but she knew the forest was different. This forest she recognized. If one were to travel through it they would reach a point where time almost felt still. An area where time seemed to slow and leaves never fell from the trees. They were always an eerie green her old village had always remarked. It was a reminder that they weren’t the only ones who lived there. Snow would fall, but the forest life continued undisturbed. White flecks refusing to fall inside the village and the rest of the area. Leaving was unthinkable to its occupants and the villagers’ denial ran deep, only their hatred deeper, so they made it work. Even after all these years Sera could still remember the depth of their hatred. But they never took it out on the environment, even though it was the one place that was sure to get their hatred across. That may have been due to fear of the consequences, but the villagers would say it was tradition.
“But if it was tradition they would still love them…”
Those silly people were beyond her understanding. Logic escaped them when it didn’t suit their purposes. Crunching the darkened leaf in her gloved hand the woman sighed. A breeze tossing the shreds to the ground below. The gesture only reminding her it was around that time again. She remembered the leaves from when she had left her village the first time. The memory of the uncomfortable way they crunched under her bare feet still raw. Still vivid and dripping wet from the lake. Sera hadn’t truly seen them before then. Of course she knew what they were and had seen them at a distance, but then they had represented something completely different. She used to look at them with so much hope, now they were a reminder of her solitude. Her blonde companion’s words ran through her mind for an instant. Recalling when she had reminded Sera she still had their odd little family. At least if she wanted it. She had been so quick to grasp at it, but moments like these it was hard to forget what she once had.
She had managed to remain silent throughout the entire trip. Besides the usual bickering between herself and Vahni, but even that remained slightly off. She was sure he had picked up on it, yet no one chose to say anything. For that she was grateful, they seemed to dwell on the present. While she remained in this particular town though, the idea felt foreign. It was too close. The forest rubbed at her senses reminding her of the location. Leaving an irritating call of nostalgia, no doubt from her cursed blood. As if it were not bad enough it left her feeling connected to most bodies of nature. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she was fully bloodied. The whispers were bad enough. A language beyond words that no one else could hear. As if she weren’t separated enough from normal people by her hands. Then there were the differences between her mixed blood and the Sokiv. She couldn’t get any sort of reprieve. Nor would she bring it up in conversation, she had long learned in childhood it wasn’t something to discuss. Explaining it required a belief most people lacked. Even her once caring village rejected it, calling it an overactive imagination.
Now it was professing it’s longing, for what she couldn’t make out. The term was nothing she was familiar with, so she could only assume it belonged to the forest’s other occupants. Nothing to concern herself with, yet it still repeated itself. Almost like it was seeking and answer or waiting.
“What is it you want from me?”
The girl responded, rubbing her temples. If she stayed here much longer she was going to develop a headache. The doors below were thrust open, an older voice offering pleas of thanks. Sera sat up from her position, looking down at the entry way. Her companion was smiling with a familiar kindness. Saying words that Sera could hardly stand listening to. It was a wonder how she could be so kind to everyone. Serena had explained it to her once, but she never stopped finding it ridiculous. Sera could feign kindness to the point of perfection, but never could she imagine being so selfless in reality. It served no purpose and would get her killed. She already had enough issues with her size and appearance.
Seeing the other woman accept her money Sera decided to make her presence known. The building truly wasn’t that far from the ground. A feat easily managed with practice and experience, getting down just as easy.
Awaiting the woman to turn, while she slipped down from the building. Sera was extremely agile considering she was wearing a dress. Another typical short white one that fell along her shoulders, sleeves sliced open by a slit, waist decorated by a dark brown corset embroidered with silken purple flowers, black leggings, and a new pair of brown boots. The previous she had been wearing had needed replacing from their last trip. A quick steal in the new town had rendered that problem fixed.
Stretching her limbs she approached the blonde, ignoring the odd looks the petite woman was getting from her friend’s customer. She was far too accustomed to them to feel bothered. Curly locks brushed aside as she decided to pay him no mind. He didn’t seem like a threat, just an annoyance. He reeked of judgment. Fortunately she was used to it in all of its forms. Sparing the man a glance, she watched him flinch. An odd occurrence considering the small girl was the furthest thing from intimidating. Most couldn’t fathom the woman causing anyone harm. He was staring, as if he knew. The man quickly diverted his attention back to her companion though. Making her wonder if she had imagined it. There was no reflection of it in his features anymore. How odd…now who is ignoring whom?[/color]
And this is one is for the occasional person who may prefer first person style writing. I'm sure most people aren't into that though, so I will only put a snipet...
SpoilerOver trillions of different species live within the depths of the ocean, and of those vast numbers very few have been discovered by those we call breathers. And let me tell you, keeping that many creatures hidden from sight is not an easy achievement, especially when the sizes range from whales to the microscopic plankton that they eat. Then there is the constant nuisance of the land technology that keeps finding a way to push my species deeper and deeper into the sea’s abyss. As if it weren’t bad enough that our population was already dwindling to its last numbers. Within my mother’s kingdom as a whole there had to be only a thousand of us left, which wasn’t a lot considering we lived in the largest ocean and had the highest population of sea creatures in any domain. Others weren’t so fortunate and had to manage on their own or join the small kingdoms of other oceanic nations. So perhaps as a whole, our race wasn’t completely extinct yet. At least for now, I couldn’t say the same thing for the next billion years.
For now all we could do was admire the water’s beauty around us and in the various tropical creatures that lived within my home. At least that’s what my mother had forced me to call the glittering prison she had made of the exquisite coral reefs. It seemed like every fish in the ocean wanted a piece of her Kingdom, or at least to reside or take refuge in the sea paradise. The sun cast its sweet rays through the water and bounced off the colorful objects below, alive and not. Turning all the things caught in its wonder from one to seven colors. I had to admit the sight was gorgeous and if the constant cycle of fish weren’t any indicator of its appeal I didn’t know what was.
Then just beyond the sea dweller paradise lays another extraordinary mineral composed abode, which I formally called my holding chamber. To everyone else however it was known at the underwater city of Atlantis. It consisted of tall pillars that wound themselves into the reefs, for a far more subtle way of hiding. But in my head any form of hiding was too much hiding. Just like all the other creatures of the sea I had heard the tales of how the ocean was becoming a far more dangerous place. How we needed to avoid contact with the breathers because they wanted to steal us away from our homes. What a load of silliness, I had never heard of my kind disappearing into the land world. Besides breathers couldn’t stay under the water like we could and we didn’t have their special limbs to carry us on land. So the entire thing was pointless, unless my species was some sort of delicacy on land and I doubted that. Rumor on the tide was that breathers thought it unethical to eat a creature that looked so much like themselves. Too bad my kind didn’t share the same sentiments. I had never eaten a breather, but I knew many who said it was delicious: a cross between a Shark and a trout. It was a shame I preferred my food to not bleed profusely before I consumed it, or preferably not at all. I would much rather befriend dinner than eat it, much to my mother’s disapproval. Not that she enjoyed anything I did at all lately anyway. Certainly not now that I was of breeding age either, which brings me back to why our race is in such few numbers.
I stared at the colorful sea plants that wrapped my tail to match the color of the seaweed sprouting from the sand. My youthful white scales contrasted greatly with the angered plant that I chose to sit near. My rear rested in the cool sand as I began to pluck at the knots tied to my aching appendage. The plants weren’t tied loosely either, which was unbelievable considering they had been done by my younger sister. My sweet Aria, who claimed she adored me, would pull a prank like this as soon as I turned my back. I couldn’t blame it all on her though, as I inspected the ties in the plants. These knots had to have been taught to her by someone older. They were too intricate for someone as new as 77 moon cycles old. My eyebrows furrowed in agitation as I tried to contemplate the culprit.
A school of golden trevally caught my gaze as they swam around my head a few times in order to ask if I was alright. I only managed to dismiss them before the suspects came to mind: my other younger sister, Rin, and my best friend Bastian. I quickly ruled out Bastian, however, since he was a poor knot tier and not to mention a sea turtle. All that left was Rin, which made me groan inward. When was she not involved whenever I got into a pinch? Although what bothered me more was that she had coerced my precious Aria into her mischief. The water rippled around me as I finally released the last restraints on my tail with a furious flick of my fins. The torn bits of seaweed and plants floated to the sea floor, while I tried to soothe the aches on my pristine white scales with a massage. When I found her I was going to tie her into a patch of seaweed too. As if it wasn’t bad enough I had four siblings, all of which were female.
That brought me back to the point I was trying to make before my formerly favorite sister tied me to the nearest seaweed and swam away. The reason our mermaid species was dwindling had to do with a weird genetic quirk that made me only one in ten of our population. Which I suppose made it fortunate that we had long life cycles or was at least the reason for it. I was born one of the rare mermen...
I can write more or less depending on the role plays though, those are simply my normal. Now that I have put myself out there, please feel free to tell me if you might be interested. <3 I promise I don't bite...at least unless someone asks me to. Then beware at your own risk. XD
Last edited by Moongirl; 01-29-2013 at 09:53 PM.
Oh~ I see. I didn't know I was advanced ~XD What sorts of things do you prefer to write?
I can do:
Fandoms (anime/tv shows/manga/books/movies etc)
Crossovers (time travel, mixing and matching shows and other new elements)
Slice of Life (romance, drama, comedy)
Modern Fantasy (not to be confused with supernatural)
Light Sci-fi (of the computer/virtual reality sorts)
Light Post-Apoc (if the plot is good)
Misc: Mystery, Super Heroes, Character Studies, School (college preferred), Multiple Characters, etc.
Fantasy or modern fantasy sound like they could be super fun. =D
I'd be interested in roleplaying with you. I adore your writing style.
Aw~ Thank you Argo. Do you have any particular sort of role play in mind?
Not particularly. I can do just about anything, as long as it has a good plot.