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The Captain
STATUS: Flying out for the second time in three weeks for another video job...Joy 7 yrs ago
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Flying out for the second time in three weeks for another video job...Joy
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Been on this site for 4 years and the old site even longer....and this is my first ever status update.
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@Sherlolly Absolutely! I am open to any suggestions like that! Would you mind PMing me?
@AirBender What? Where did you get that from? Not every situation will call for some one who can swing a sword or fire a gun... The whole point to this RP is the guy gets more confidant can can do more and more as it goes along....
@AirBender My character is not a confidant person, he need some one to push him. Also, 90% of what he has written he planned on scrapping bc he was unsure how to continue with their story meaning he has no Idea how to stop them and needs some one with good creative ideas....Also he cannot use weapons due to lack of any physical attributes, he can only write, but who is to say he can't write in weapons for the other person?
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Hello! Do you like modern RPs? Do you like fantasy? Do you like writing? Then Boy do I have a plot for you!
The setting is a large city, doesn't matter if its real or fictional. A young writer moves to this city and realizes that he has lost his note book that he keeps all his rough drafts in, has gone missing. While this upsets him, he goes to a local book shop to buy a new note book to start over. The book he purchases is covered with black leather and makes use of parchment paper instead of note book paper. He goes home that night after meeting a few people (This is where you would come into play) and begins to force himself to write plot ideas for a new book.
The next morning he wakes up and nothing seems out of place until he leaves his house. As he walked out of the building he notices panicked running from all the civilians and soon discovers that everything he had written in the note book has come true. Being a fantasy writer, he had written plots involving dragons, goblins, and other such creatures, and now, he has to write a way to save the day with the help of some one he had met the night before.
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The setting is a large city, doesn't matter if its real or fictional. A young writer moves to this city and realizes that he has lost his note book that he keeps all his rough drafts in, has gone missing. While this upsets him, he goes to a local book shop to buy a new note book to start over. The book he purchases is covered with black leather and makes use of parchment paper instead of note book paper. He goes home that night after meeting a few people (This is where you would come into play) and begins to force himself to write plot ideas for a new book.
The next morning he wakes up and nothing seems out of place until he leaves his house. As he walked out of the building he notices panicked running from all the civilians and soon discovers that everything he had written in the note book has come true. Being a fantasy writer, he had written plots involving dragons, goblins, and other such creatures, and now, he has to write a way to save the day with the help of some one he had met the night before.
PM if interested!
Austin was typing on his office type writing when the horn sounded off, he barely looked up before he continued to write. "Almost done....." He said to himself ask his door was thrown open. In walked a man in a leopard skin jacket drinking a diet coke, he looked around with a bored expression before speaking to the young journalist.
"The horn sounded, Winstin." He said getting his name wrong.
"Good for you, go try to drink some wine." He sassed the camp director with out looking up, "I'm almost done with the paper, just gotta finish-"
"Winstin I could turn you into a pile of leaves if I wanted to." He interrupted the journalist, "The horn sounded. Get going."
He didn't respond, instead he wrote faster before the type writer made a loud /DING/ "There we go, paper is finished and should be out to the cabins in 15 minutes." He looked at the man, "If you did do that, by the way, you would have a riot on your hands. You know the kids love my papers." He said standing up, grabbing his bag and putting on his cap, "Besides, who are you gonna watch drink wine if I'm gone?" He winked at the man before hurrying out the doors.
"The horn sounded, Winstin." He said getting his name wrong.
"Good for you, go try to drink some wine." He sassed the camp director with out looking up, "I'm almost done with the paper, just gotta finish-"
"Winstin I could turn you into a pile of leaves if I wanted to." He interrupted the journalist, "The horn sounded. Get going."
He didn't respond, instead he wrote faster before the type writer made a loud /DING/ "There we go, paper is finished and should be out to the cabins in 15 minutes." He looked at the man, "If you did do that, by the way, you would have a riot on your hands. You know the kids love my papers." He said standing up, grabbing his bag and putting on his cap, "Besides, who are you gonna watch drink wine if I'm gone?" He winked at the man before hurrying out the doors.
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