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I legit want someone to read @Raging Ghost’s status below (the one with all the profanity) aloud in a Scottish accent and upload an audio file of it on here. Do it! Someone do it I dare you.
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So has anyone else ever spent several hours on an RP, reviewed it, posted it, and then thought “This is garbage.”?
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Once my drawing and sketching abilities improve a little more, I intend to start incorporating my own art into future RP’s of mine.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
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It's not happening I'm afraid. @Smiter19
@Super Duper
Blake said nothing throughout the meal, nor did Beatrice or George, aside from the occasional casual conversation, such as when Beatrice needed to go grocery shopping, or when was George going to have a look at that dripping pipe under the kitchen sink. These short, trivial conversations truly were simply for keeping the meal from being too awkwardly silent.
After everyone had their filling of the spaghetti and garlic bread, Beatrice whisked away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes and leftover food, returning then with a partially eaten apple pie, which she served with glasses of milk and cool whip to top off the pie.
It had been an eventful, interesting day, and a good filling meal seemed to do everyone a fair justice.
By the time everyone was finished with desert, it was nearly seven-twenty.
Beatrice had already taken to clearing up and cleaning the kitchen, while George took it upon himself to lock up the gate outside, as well as the doors and windows of the entire property and activating the security system.
While Beatrice and George handled their respective duties, Blake had lead Maddison into the parlor, a posh room decorated with ornamental paintings, pottery, and glass ornaments. In the center of the room sat a dark brown piano of glazed wood that shone even in the comfortable parlor lighting.
Blake sat with Maddison on the red fouton just to the right of the piano, his legs and arms firmly crossed. He still wore the same clothes from earlier, the blue dress shirt with the loosened tie, and the black slacks and matching shoes.
His face held a steadfast but not unkind expression as he looked at Maddison beside him.
"Now,"he said to her,"with Beatrice and George handling their evening chores, we now have a chance to talk privately."
His words were more pronounced now, and his voice steadier. By this point, the nerves from earlier had simmered down, allowing him to properly annunciate himself.
"So, firstly Maddison, you have my deepest sympathies for the loss of your mother. Though she and I did divorce I never wanted bad for her, not at all.
I am very sorry for your loss, but at the same time, I am glad that you are now here with us. We're all happy to have you. We will do the best we can to ensure you enjoy it here."
Blake said nothing throughout the meal, nor did Beatrice or George, aside from the occasional casual conversation, such as when Beatrice needed to go grocery shopping, or when was George going to have a look at that dripping pipe under the kitchen sink. These short, trivial conversations truly were simply for keeping the meal from being too awkwardly silent.
After everyone had their filling of the spaghetti and garlic bread, Beatrice whisked away to the kitchen with the dirty dishes and leftover food, returning then with a partially eaten apple pie, which she served with glasses of milk and cool whip to top off the pie.
It had been an eventful, interesting day, and a good filling meal seemed to do everyone a fair justice.
By the time everyone was finished with desert, it was nearly seven-twenty.
Beatrice had already taken to clearing up and cleaning the kitchen, while George took it upon himself to lock up the gate outside, as well as the doors and windows of the entire property and activating the security system.
While Beatrice and George handled their respective duties, Blake had lead Maddison into the parlor, a posh room decorated with ornamental paintings, pottery, and glass ornaments. In the center of the room sat a dark brown piano of glazed wood that shone even in the comfortable parlor lighting.
Blake sat with Maddison on the red fouton just to the right of the piano, his legs and arms firmly crossed. He still wore the same clothes from earlier, the blue dress shirt with the loosened tie, and the black slacks and matching shoes.
His face held a steadfast but not unkind expression as he looked at Maddison beside him.
"Now,"he said to her,"with Beatrice and George handling their evening chores, we now have a chance to talk privately."
His words were more pronounced now, and his voice steadier. By this point, the nerves from earlier had simmered down, allowing him to properly annunciate himself.
"So, firstly Maddison, you have my deepest sympathies for the loss of your mother. Though she and I did divorce I never wanted bad for her, not at all.
I am very sorry for your loss, but at the same time, I am glad that you are now here with us. We're all happy to have you. We will do the best we can to ensure you enjoy it here."
@Super Duper, so, I'm thinking of a silent supper, and then I'll pan to the next scene where Blake and Maddison are in the parlor, having an "official chat" and ironing things out. You know, discussing things that they need to basically.
Sound fair? If you had something else in mind, please let me know.
I know you haven't voiced any displeasure, but are you content and enjoying the flow of the story so far? I am personally, but I'd like to make sure my partner is happy with everything.
Sound fair? If you had something else in mind, please let me know.
I know you haven't voiced any displeasure, but are you content and enjoying the flow of the story so far? I am personally, but I'd like to make sure my partner is happy with everything.
@Super Duper I decided to change my posting format and stop centering all my posts. I hope that's alright.
(Feel free to continue with your own formatting style.)
(Feel free to continue with your own formatting style.)
@Super Duper
Blake stood in silence, his arms at his side unmoving, and his feet side by side in perfect adjacency. He simply stared at Maddison, his stern face held an expression of neutrality, his eyes bore into Maddison's face, his gaze rolled over her from head to toe. It was as if he were staring at some piece of unique technology or a modern innovation he had never seen before.
A loud stomp suddenly split the silent air, as Beatrice had stomped her heeled foot down on the hardwood floor, causing Blake to flinch and look around at her. Beatrice's eyes were to the floor, though her left eyebrow was arched in an almost comical way.
Blake looked back to Maddison and quickly cleared his throat, finally speaking, his voice low and his words precise," Hello Maddison, I'm Blake, Blake Colvin, it's very good to see you."
He hesitated, tempted to add "again" to his sentence, but he did not, thinking it better not to. He continued.
"I hope you had a good trip, and I hope everything here is to your liking, we all want you to be happy here. This will be-" he stopped, taking in a short breath,"your home now. Beatrice and George will tend to you as you need."
Blake cleared his throat again and continued,"You'll have time the rest of the summer to adjust to living here with me, with us. Come this fall, George will help you to get enrolled in school, and he will help you with your schoolwork and studies. Right, George?"
"Right, sir." George said with a quick nod and a thin smile at Maddison.
Beatrice spoke up from beside Maddison, "And I'll be here to cook and clean of course, and anything that you think you'll need my help with, just ask, Maddison." She said with an affirming smile.
Blake asked, "So Beatrice, dinner, is it ready?"
"Yes it is," she replied,"spaghetti with my specially seasoned meat sauce, along with some garlic bread, and there's still some pie from last night leftover for desert."
"Great," Blake said, he then turned back to Maddison, "after dinner, perhaps you and I can sit in the living room together, I'm sure we have things to talk about Maddison. Sound good?"
Blake stood in silence, his arms at his side unmoving, and his feet side by side in perfect adjacency. He simply stared at Maddison, his stern face held an expression of neutrality, his eyes bore into Maddison's face, his gaze rolled over her from head to toe. It was as if he were staring at some piece of unique technology or a modern innovation he had never seen before.
A loud stomp suddenly split the silent air, as Beatrice had stomped her heeled foot down on the hardwood floor, causing Blake to flinch and look around at her. Beatrice's eyes were to the floor, though her left eyebrow was arched in an almost comical way.
Blake looked back to Maddison and quickly cleared his throat, finally speaking, his voice low and his words precise," Hello Maddison, I'm Blake, Blake Colvin, it's very good to see you."
He hesitated, tempted to add "again" to his sentence, but he did not, thinking it better not to. He continued.
"I hope you had a good trip, and I hope everything here is to your liking, we all want you to be happy here. This will be-" he stopped, taking in a short breath,"your home now. Beatrice and George will tend to you as you need."
Blake cleared his throat again and continued,"You'll have time the rest of the summer to adjust to living here with me, with us. Come this fall, George will help you to get enrolled in school, and he will help you with your schoolwork and studies. Right, George?"
"Right, sir." George said with a quick nod and a thin smile at Maddison.
Beatrice spoke up from beside Maddison, "And I'll be here to cook and clean of course, and anything that you think you'll need my help with, just ask, Maddison." She said with an affirming smile.
Blake asked, "So Beatrice, dinner, is it ready?"
"Yes it is," she replied,"spaghetti with my specially seasoned meat sauce, along with some garlic bread, and there's still some pie from last night leftover for desert."
"Great," Blake said, he then turned back to Maddison, "after dinner, perhaps you and I can sit in the living room together, I'm sure we have things to talk about Maddison. Sound good?"
@Super Duper
As the hours passed it was soon evening, the burning summer sun was in a descent down toward the western horizon. The large grandfather clock in the estate living room sounded off with a loud Dong!, the hour hand resting on six o'clock exactly.
Beatrice was in the kitchen finishing up supper when she heard the clock sound, and glanced at her small, simple wristwatch to see the time.
She then returned to stirring away at the iron pot before her, the smell of fresh meat sauce drifted up into her face, making her own stomach rumble at the tantalizing smell, which drifted through the entirety of the house.
"That certainly smells good," came a voice from behind her,"how much longer till it's ready?"
Beatrice turned to face George standing several feet behind her, a satisfied and eager look on his face at the contents for tonight's supper.
He was an older man with a thin, wiry frame, and a somber face with grey eyes that were droopy in the corners. His hair was dusty brown with waves of gray along his hairline and on the sides. He wore a white dress shirt with a black bow tie and a pair of black slacks and matching dress shoes.
Beatrice looked back to the pot smiling.
"About ten more minutes, of course we have to wait for Mister Colvin to get home before serving."
"Of course." George said with an affirming nod.
As if on queue, the opening and closing of the front door could be heard, followed by the heavy clopping of dress shoes on the floor.
"Ah, speaking of whom..." George began as he hurried out of the kitchen into the foyer.
As George departed, Beatrice withdrew the wooden stirring spoon from the pot of sauce and, after slightly tapping it against the pot's interior, lay it on a napkin on the nearby counter.
After wiping her hands on a nearby dishrag she hurried out of the kitchen herself.
Blake Colvin now stood in the foyer, George helping him remove the solid black blazer he wore over his shirt, a blue button-up with a red tie.
Once his arms were free, Blake loosened his tie slightly and reached up and brushed a strand of curly black hair from his forehead.
His face was drawn up and intense looking, and his eyes beheld a tired look.
"Exhausting day, sir?" George asked as he nearly hung Blake's blazer on the coat rack near the door.
Blake released a heavy yawn and finally responded,"Indeed, enough paperwork and files to numb a man's fingers."
It was then that Beatrice's voice suddenly rung out throughout the house,"Maddison, come on down now, it's time for supper. And there's someone here to see you."
She put heavy emphasis on the second sentence, annunciating it practically by the letter.
Blake froze in place, his hand on his watch, his eyes directed in the direction of Beatrice's voice, which was at the bottom of the second floor staircase.
George looked around at Blake and said with a smile,"She's here sir, she arrived this afternoon."
"I practically forgot." Blake grumbled, his bounce low.
"Sir..."George said, his toned glazed with a hint of disapproval.
Blake waved him off though, and George clasped his hands behind his back and remained silent.
Blake remained grounded where he was, his mind swirling with a single thought.
My daughter, she's here.
As the hours passed it was soon evening, the burning summer sun was in a descent down toward the western horizon. The large grandfather clock in the estate living room sounded off with a loud Dong!, the hour hand resting on six o'clock exactly.
Beatrice was in the kitchen finishing up supper when she heard the clock sound, and glanced at her small, simple wristwatch to see the time.
She then returned to stirring away at the iron pot before her, the smell of fresh meat sauce drifted up into her face, making her own stomach rumble at the tantalizing smell, which drifted through the entirety of the house.
"That certainly smells good," came a voice from behind her,"how much longer till it's ready?"
Beatrice turned to face George standing several feet behind her, a satisfied and eager look on his face at the contents for tonight's supper.
He was an older man with a thin, wiry frame, and a somber face with grey eyes that were droopy in the corners. His hair was dusty brown with waves of gray along his hairline and on the sides. He wore a white dress shirt with a black bow tie and a pair of black slacks and matching dress shoes.
Beatrice looked back to the pot smiling.
"About ten more minutes, of course we have to wait for Mister Colvin to get home before serving."
"Of course." George said with an affirming nod.
As if on queue, the opening and closing of the front door could be heard, followed by the heavy clopping of dress shoes on the floor.
"Ah, speaking of whom..." George began as he hurried out of the kitchen into the foyer.
As George departed, Beatrice withdrew the wooden stirring spoon from the pot of sauce and, after slightly tapping it against the pot's interior, lay it on a napkin on the nearby counter.
After wiping her hands on a nearby dishrag she hurried out of the kitchen herself.
Blake Colvin now stood in the foyer, George helping him remove the solid black blazer he wore over his shirt, a blue button-up with a red tie.
Once his arms were free, Blake loosened his tie slightly and reached up and brushed a strand of curly black hair from his forehead.
His face was drawn up and intense looking, and his eyes beheld a tired look.
"Exhausting day, sir?" George asked as he nearly hung Blake's blazer on the coat rack near the door.
Blake released a heavy yawn and finally responded,"Indeed, enough paperwork and files to numb a man's fingers."
It was then that Beatrice's voice suddenly rung out throughout the house,"Maddison, come on down now, it's time for supper. And there's someone here to see you."
She put heavy emphasis on the second sentence, annunciating it practically by the letter.
Blake froze in place, his hand on his watch, his eyes directed in the direction of Beatrice's voice, which was at the bottom of the second floor staircase.
George looked around at Blake and said with a smile,"She's here sir, she arrived this afternoon."
"I practically forgot." Blake grumbled, his bounce low.
"Sir..."George said, his toned glazed with a hint of disapproval.
Blake waved him off though, and George clasped his hands behind his back and remained silent.
Blake remained grounded where he was, his mind swirling with a single thought.
My daughter, she's here.
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7 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
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"We are Nightborn, the true overlords of the world."
THEME SONG
So, I have been inspired to write an Anime Supernatural RP. It of course will revolve around the supernatural, you know, Vampires, Werewolves, witches and warlocks, the whole lot.
While the RP will be set within the widely diverse supernatural world, our story will revolve around a young Vampire, though to be more specific, it will tell the tale of a young human who falls prey to a Vampire and is turned into a demon of the night themselves, a Nightborn.
This unfortunate young soul will find themself thrust into a dark and foreboding world of a nightmarish reality, and will be forced to adapt to their new life by any way they possibly can.
As they fight the daily struggle to adapt, our young protagonist will find themself also facing the dangers of this new life, Werewolves, Inquisitors, rival Vampires, witches and warlocks, the list continues still.
Not to mention the retained threat of their parenting Vampire, the one who turned them, who is obsessed with them, obsessed with gaining power over them, obsessed with enslaving them as their lesser, and their eternal companion.
This will be a very mature themed Dark Anime, with a story compatible for males and/or females alike.
If your interested, then please PM me when you can and we can start talking about it, you know, character concepts, personal preferences and restrictions, the lore of the world, and so forth.
Below are two tabs(hiders), one is a rugged listing of myself and my Roleplaying nature and restrictions, the other is a basic outline of how the RP will be set up.
Please ensure that you read EVERYTHING.
About me...
RP Outline... (Negotiable, to be discussed with my partner-to-be.)
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