Post by Arleen Reinhart on Sept 10, 2011 0:07:45 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Love my, hate me, your heart can't wake me."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name is Arleen Reinhart, and what do you mean, ‘distorted world?’."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I’m nineteen, thank you. I am a Major in the Cocoon military."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"You don’t seem like my type. Your skill is lacking, and you seem like a rough one. Maybe in another century.”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I’m a gunslinger. I shoot my targets; and I’m proud to say I almost never miss.”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I try to be modest, but yes. I’m not to be taken lightly."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I’m five-foot four. Small stature, but don’t let it fool you."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Hm. You wish. Unless you’re blind, you can obviously see that I’m not built for regular physical battle."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
“Well… I do have a tendency to wear things that I can move in. Take this uniform for example. It’s backless, so I don’t have to worry about cloth restraining my arm rotation, the skirt cuts off short, that way I don’t have to worry about catching myself on that, or having someone catch me by that, and I wear combat boots for mobility. The blue, and white colors were of my own choosing… as was the red tie. I’ve got to have a little style, y’know?"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Hm? Oh, you mean Noel Vermillion? Yea, I get that a lot. It’s almost like we’re twins!" (Noel Vermillion from Blazblue.)
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I don’t know whether I should accept that compliment or reject your flattery."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Hm. The biggest thing I like is progress: you don’t get anywhere without it. I also like high places that let you overlook everyone… oh! And I like flowers.
In terms of dislikes… I hate stubbornness in people, procrastination, and I hate dark, cramped spaces."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"I have a habit to boast a lot... probably because of my rank but that’s another story. I’m also fairly coy around assertive personalities: unless they conflict with me directly."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Haven’t I done enough already? Know your limits. If you keep up good behavior, you might find out more!"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"How presumptuous."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"The only dancing I do is with Yakusai and Nayami. However, I’ll give you a shot. Impress me."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Oh, a deviant are you? My mother and father were fairly normal citizens of Cocoon. Nothing special there really. I have no siblings to speak of either, and I never met my grandparents."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I doubt as much; and if you consider my co-workers family, yes, I have a lot of other people in my family."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Other than being promoted to the Rank of Major in the Cocoon military just a short period ago, no. I’m the youngest Major in the army… and also the cutest. However, I can’t remember much after that. I can remember where things are, but something seems to be missing. I need to find that missing piece, otherwise nothing feels right."
"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."
"How eccentric." *Dodge flips away.*
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Lee
age. 18
rp experience. 6-8 years
rules. Thundaga!!
rp sample.“Mm…”
I rolled over on my side, curling up almost into a ball. It wasn’t time to wake up yet was it? Normally it wasn’t this loud in my room, or… breezy?
I sat up, rubbing the sleep lazily from my eyes. My body ached all over, and it would be so nice to just lie back down in my bed and go back to sleep. I looked around, yawning widely. It was brighter in my room than normal, did mother…?
This isn’t my room.
I hurried to my feet, almost tripping over my kimono, so it was more like stumbling. Why was I sleeping in the middle of a field?! “Mom?!” I cried, tears threatening to overflow. Where was I? I had gone to sleep in my room last night and everything was fine… so why?
It was just a field; a very large field. The grass came up to my waist, threatening to severely impede me if I’m not careful. Then I spotted something that lifted my spirit.
There was a gathering of small buildings short ways away; I could tell because there was smoke, and I could distantly hear the clatter of busy-bodies. “Where is this though…?” I asked, hoping someone would answer. I didn’t recognize this city; it wasn’t my hometown.
“I need to go down into the town and ask someone where this is…” Yea, easier said than done. I’d always been afraid of strangers; the prospect of having to ask one where I was; to trust them to tell me the truth with no ill intent…
A small tinge of fear gripped at my mind as I tried to make myself start walking. “Maybe one of them may have seen mom or dad…?” This thought cheered me up enough to let me start walking. The thought of having to approach new people like this wasn’t comforting, but the sooner I could get back home, the better!
Who knows? Maybe there’s a nice person down there who would help me.
-- RP Sample Taken from Fraeya Sky's CS, also a result of Lee's muse.
