Hiiiiiiiiiyaaa~~ So first all, thanks for checking this out yo'. Anyway, enough about you and your needs. So I wanted to do a different sort of rp, no magic and crap. Like something real, but not to the point where its just plain and uninteresting. I wanted to make a story, about a boy who has a rough, terrible life. But as he grows up, things get worse and worse till he catches a break. You know, a story about growing up and accepting yourself and stuff. I'd plan to make it a sad story mostly. Like, Iunno man I've never done anything like this. This is all highly experimental for me. Let me give you like an example of the story, like maybe it'll give you an idea of what I'm going for.
The park was full of children at play. One particular boy sat alone on the swing set. New to the neighborhood, he was excited to get out and meet some new friends. His home not being far from the park, he had walk there. Now alone among all these faces. He was a rather shy kid, taught to be polite and respectful. He attempted to spark a conversation with kids passing by, but they were far to busy at play. One of the elderly woman emerged from her house with a tray full of cookies. All the children lined up to get some as this seem to be a regular happening. "Ah! I love cookies!" The boy smiled with delight as he hoped off the swing and made his way to the line. As he waited, some children shoved passed him, pushing him to the back of the line. "E..excuse me..b..but I was there.."He meekly mumbled. The children ignored him and returned to talking about some card game he wasn't familiar with. When he finally reach the front of the line he picked up his cookie, giving a big smile and a big thank you to the kind old woman. The lady smiled, and then a child spoke up "Why does he get one! He's not even from here!" "A..Actually.." The boy began "I just moved here..h..hi..nice to meet you all!" He gave a polite bow. Obviously the other children were not satisfied with this. The old woman scolded them, telling them to be nice to one another and returned to her home. After this the boy returned to his spot on the swing set. Delighted with his cookie, he began nibbling at it as he watched the other children at play. Soon the children from before approached him. 'Friends!' he thought with excitement. "Hello again!" He smiled at the group of boys. "Gimmie that cookie. The biggest looking child declared. "Ah? didya eat yours?" He snapped the cookie in half and held a piece out to him. "I don't mind sharing!" The bully swiped the cookie. "Gimmie that half to." "Hu..?..b..but thats mine.." He mumbled with a pout, even being an innocent child, anyone could tell where this was going. It didn't take long before the bully swiped the meek boys treat out of his hands. Soon enough the boy was face down on the first, the other boys ontop of him shoving him closer to the ground till it hurt the child. After feeling satisfied the left him there, crushing the cookie underneath their feet. The boy crawled up and sat on the ground. Huging his knees close to him as to hide his face, not wanting the other park children to see him cry. Tears streamed from his face quietly as he whimpered softly. He crawled over and picked up the dirty crumbs, slowly nibbling on them as he cried. The other children poke fun at the outcast. The adults didn't notice. Or, pretended not to. The boy didn't like cookies much after that day.
Sooooooo yea something along those lines. Let me know if your interested and please! Tell me if you have any ideas for me, I don't know what I'm doing ^.^!