Post by Avon on Aug 22, 2011 23:35:36 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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Political forces rent bitter cold winds of discontent,
and the modern age emerged triumphantly.
But now it seems we've stalled
And it’s time to de-evolve
and relive the dark chapters of history [/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"William Avon, beautiful one. You may call me Will, rest assured. Though sometimes when I dream of the future, they call me Lord Avon."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Young enough to look at the stars with wonder, and old enough to spend many of those nights with wine and ale. April Twenty-sixth is my birthday, and I hail from the grand Alexandria on the Mist Continent."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"A picnic in the afternoon, catch a play in the evening, and I'll bring the fair lady an illustrious token of affection?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"To be quite honest, I've never thrown a punch, swung a sword, or practiced magic in any form. I've never had to fight. Though, one time I think I may have mended a pigeon's broken wing on the street.. maybe I'm mistaken."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"My talent is writing. I write life into the future, and emotions onto hearts."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five feet and eleven inches, getting a bit tedious aren't we?"
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Under my clothes is my body, thin enough but better explored without words, if you know what I mean."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"As little effort as possible to get by is the philosophy. There are more interesting things to spend my thoughts on."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"If I do, I'm unaware."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Sometimes stating the obvious is appropriate, and appreciated."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Of course, there are endless matters, people, and things that make me want strike infants. Among those being corrupt governments... I suppose the 'corrupt' part is assumed, ignorance, naivety, unjustified faith, people who rarely laugh, the un-humble, snakes, un-interesting people and others but that'sufficient. What do I like? I like people being nice to each other, and exploration. I enjoy music, food and dancing. I like people who look out to the ocean and are entrapped in deep, sincere thought, or who look up at the stars with child-like wonder and awe."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a habit of blowing off questions, and perhaps asking too many myself... irony in yet another marvelous form. Secrets? Well, it wouldn't be a secret, but I could tell you that I often put people I meet into my scripts, whether they like it or not."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I write. I write tragedy and comedy, fantasy and imagined history. I write in the morning, and the evening. I write in my dreams, and I write when I don't want to. I write, I live, and I love."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Curious thought."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Can you keep up?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My mother's name was Nelia, and she was an actress. Wholly unrealized, and entirely unappreciated. She was a flower among weeds, and an actress among shallowly inspired people posing. My father was a carpenter, and he had a passion indescribable to mortals."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I would have had two older brothers, but their births were complicated and unsuccessful."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"My early childhood is all a blur of watching my mother's plays, and helping my father at work. I remember a school, and friends, but only in vague dreams. My life has been marked by writing scripts. Some early writings were trash, only existent so I could evolve as a writer. The biggest moment of my life was helping a locally popular play-write with a script about two men talking about their feelings after committing a murder. The first I heard applause for a work that I helped with was an insane feeling of appreciation, and work well done."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"You must be attentive to what you're drinking, there's a trough in the back, I'll hold you hair while you hurl."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Chris
age. 24
rp experience. Six years, roughly and intermittently.
rules. thundaga
rp sample.
“And then… and then…” Will said, his mug of beer held in the air to capture the suspense, while sitting on the counter of the bar with one foot on his stool. “Marcus lifts his blade high into the air, and proclaims ‘Not if I can help it! Now, is my moment of vengeance! For my parents, and for my love, Cornelia.. I shall cut thee down!’ and runs forward and thrusts his blade through the heart of Cornelia’s father.” Around him came the approving applause of less than four drunken patrons of the little pub. Will drank, and Will drank to his content. Sometimes, entire scenes of a play would emerge out of a single rant to complete strangers. Almost as if it was pulled from Gaia itself, as his father would say.
“So what?”, came a voice from behind the bar. The bartender was a mature woman, short and gray of hair. “Her father forbids their marriage, so the hero strikes him down. Kills him in front of his daughter, and then what? They run away and live happily ever after? Would she even allow him to do it?”
“Well.” Will turned around, setting his mug down on the bar. He dropped down into his barstool, and rested his chin on his knuckles. “Should Marcus be killed himself trying to reason with someone who won’t see it? Who either doesn’t care for, or doesn’t believe in, the true love of his daughter.” Will closed his eyes, considering for a moment. “Do you believe she would throw herself on Marcus’ blade and save her father?”
The bartender’s voice was dry, “Child, why do you want to depress the world?”
“The world is depressing, at times.” Will leaned back into his stool, with a resigned look on his face. “Worse things in the real world happen, that I could never possibly write about. However, you have to look into every corner of your soul to know it.” Will reached out and grabbed his mug, finishing it in a gulp. He wiped his lips with his sleeve, and leaned forward. “It’s not all bad though, don’t end it all early. There’s still sunsets and canaries.” Will winked at the bartender, and made his way out.
