Post by `vogue. on Feb 22, 2008 23:31:18 GMT -5
Hello, there . . .
My name is Renee
[/font]My name is Renee
I am fifteen[/font] years old,
and have been roleplaying for about five[/font] years.
My favorite genre to roleplay is alternate species or gifted[/font].
My least favorite genre to roleplay is generic high school[/font].
To tell you the truth, I think I should be placed into either stanza or verse[/font] because my posts are generally long unless I have writer's block, people tell me my writing is fun to read, and I barely ever make spelling/grammar mistakes unless they are typos.[/font].
Oh, I forgot to tell you – I heard about this site from an advertisement[/font].
So, here's my first roleplay example; it's genre is vampire/alternate species[/font].[/center]
Dangling his golden pocket watch from its thin chain, Lucifer examined the time: nine o' clock. Not late at all - he had an extensive amount of time. He slipped the clock back into its home in his chest pocket. Glancing down the now deserted alley [the prostitute had gone to work], he heaved himself up a wall with ease by clinging onto a pipe. Soon enough, Lucifer was on top of the building. His hands, however, were thoroughly dirtied up by the grime on the pipe. A look of disgust passed his angular features as he furiously rubbed his strong hands together furiously to clean them. After his hands were cleaned to half of his regular standards, he examined the ground from his new stance. He couldn't see anybody down the next alley, or the next, so Lucifer began running and jumping on the rooftops until he spotted a small crowd of people entering or exiting the building that was now below him.
For a few seconds, Lucifer descended the wall and meshed with the shadows again, watching intently. The exiting humans were all adequately drunk and the ones entering were, well, boringly sober. Must be the pub. Lucifer walked from the side of the building to the front and examined the sign; he was right. Lucifer had been here a few times, even though it had been a long time since he could get anything close to tipsy. However, this was a prime spot for him to meet females, because no matter how much he drank, he didn't get a slight buzz, and the women were falling all over the place. There wasn't anything wrong with escorting a pretty lady to her home, so nobody would expect that he was actually about to drink a woman's blood when Lucifer left with a lady hanging all over him.
He walked into the pub and took a seat in a stool up in front of the bar; this was the best place to be to get somebody else drunk. Lucifer knew that perfectly well; he'd done this many times at places around the world as well as here. When the bartender came over and asked if he would like a drink, Lucifer figured, why not? After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. After giving her his adorably crooked smile, he asked her for a shot of plain vodka. He'd always loved that when he could thorougly enjoy it. Lucifer could tell he had charmed the young lady; she appeared to be walking on air as she left his company. It's not that he wasn't used to it, either. Lucifer knew that after becoming a vampire, his already handsome looks were intensified, and he didn't mind that. It helped him attract prey and gave him another unfair advantage over his meals. But he wasn't complaining.
The lady bartender came back with his glass of liquor, and he thanked her for her quick service with a tip of twenty dollars. Being rich was fun. Lucifer was able to throw away money like it didn't matter to other people - and it obviously mattered to the bartender who was thanking him profusely. A few nonchalant grunts got rid of her a little slower than he would have wished, but at least the little whining brat was gone. Lucifer downed the burning liquid with ease and glanced around the room. Most of the women there had dates; just his luck. It wouldn't be difficult to get a few of them away from their menfolk, but he wasn't really in the mood for trying tonight. Lucifer wanted his meal to come easily. Either that or he was going back to the estate unsatisfied, which didn't seem so attractive to him.
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And here's my second example; it's genre is also vampire/alternate species
[/font].[/center]The process was torture, and she hated every moment of it. But receiving this kind of attention from a male was not very common because people rarely approached her, and being able to be alone with Jean-Claude excited her. He could have chosen to ditch her and head for another woman who would be fully conscious instead of the wasted Mala, but he didn't. Romala's lips stretched into a smile once more, more jovial this time, but it slipped away as soon as Jean-Claude began to work out another shard of glass. When he was confident that the last shard had been taken out, Romala was more relieved than she had even been. Another towel was wrapped around her heel to stop the bleeding [she was thankful that he'd done this; she couldn't afford another stain on her carpet] and she finally relaxed her tense body back into a slump on the couch.
"This is why we don't run barefoot down alleyways, Romala," her company said with a slight laugh. It was obviously a joke, but Mala definitely had learned her lesson. Mala loved the way that Jean-Claude said her name; the way he said it made her love to be addressed by him. She simply nodded in response, then spoke. "You... scared me," Mala replied in a playfully whiny voice, glad that all of those three words came out as planned [though it did take quite a while to get them all out]. Enjoying a few moments of laughter [the joke probably wouldn't have been as funny if she weren't completely wasted] she eventually calmed down, just in time for him to seriously ask if she were alright alone. It took a few moments for her to think of what to say to this. She did really want him to stay, but she felt like such a burden to him. However, Mala's sense of judgement was gone, so she figured that he best stay with her.
Mala didn't want to go outright and say that she wanted him to be with her, so she tried some reverse psychology - or whatever she could manage at that moment. "I guess I'd be alright," Romala replied in a sort of damsel in distress way, falling slightly onto the couch with an exagerrated sigh. Wow. That wasn't nearly as intelligent or goddess-like as she had planned. But she supposed it got the two major points across: a] she enjoyed Jean-Claude's company very much, and, b] no part of her wanted him to leave at all.
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I would prefer it if you read my first
[/font] sample more thoroughly, because it's the first post in a thread and therefore you would understand it more. I like both of them though.[/font].Is there anything else that I needed to tell you? Oh, by the way, `` admin approved[/font].
Pssst . . . thanks for taking the time to look over this. :][/font][/center]
