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High-functioning Hellraiser
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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:02 pm
Welcome. Thank you for taking the time to check this contest out.
Please do take the time to look at the "family" above.
See that middle basket? Than bronze one with the blue gem?
You will be trying for that one. <3
Warning: All attempts to steal a basket will earn you a hoof in your behind by either "Mommy and Daddy".
Please do not touch any of the Soq. All general annoyances will piss them off and we do not take credit for any injuries gained over the course of this contest.
Thank you.
Starts: TODAY, 8:30 PM EST
Ends: Tuesday, April 20th, 8PM EST
[5PM PST, 6PM MST, 7PM CST]
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:03 pm
The "family". "Daddy"  Name: Razi
Likes: Traveling, peace, pissing others off, being amused, the night.
Dislikes: Mass amounts of chaos, annoyances, being reminded how bright he is, crows.
Family: Unknown
Background: In his earlier days, Razi lived with a herd whom settled between the plains and the mountains. All was good and peaceful up until the day chaos erupted with the appearance of some "weird looking" two-leggers whom bombarded on to the herd and starting taking members away. The herd tried to escape in to the forest, and a few did, but those few soon feel prey to what lurked in the shadows.
Since the day he lost everything close to him, the stallion spent much of his time hidden in the mountains on his travels, only to come down for a change in scenery and to see what the land is up to.
Personality: At first, Razi may seem like someone who could do no harm. He seems like someone whom holds a distant, gentle and helpful air around him. Someone whom would just be a nice acquaintance who could offer a nice chat here and there. However, that is nothing but a front for those he doesn't feel like messing with, and those whom he finds no reason to mess with, especially towards foals, he can't find the nerve to mess with the young and "innocent".
Now, for those he finds no reason to spare, he is a jackass. This stallion won't hold back from throwing sarcastic comments, giving nicknames, making bets -cough-, finding amusement, flirting, and well, just having some fun. Due note, just cause he acts like this doesn't mean he is trying to do any real harm, unless he bluntly says so, he is just looking for amusement and someone whom can take such play and humor.
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"Mommy"  Name: Millicent
Likes: Running, winning, the feeling of being tired after a long workout, and the occasional tart green apple.
Dislikes: Losing, beautiful mares, you, happy-go-lucky personalities, and stupidity.
Background/Personality:
Millicent grew up as a single foal in a racehorse blooded family. Determined to uphold the racehorse blood inside of her, she trained hard to be the best racehorse. Even with all the training and time she put into racing, she could never achieve the gold. With pressure to be the best from both her parents and herself, she became more narrow-minded in aspects of competition. She saw that she had to believe herself to be the best to be the best at anything.
From her competitive state of mind, she trash talks. If it means to drop a competitor a notch or two, she will take it. Of course, when the tables are turned and someone trash talks her, she has quite the hotheaded and spews as much trash back at the trash-talker. This translates to everyone outside of racing. She demeans everyone as a ways to make herself feel superior than others. Of course, this always backfires because she knows she is not the best mare there is out there. She feels fits of rage and jealousy whenever it comes to beauty, and knows she is rather plain in terms of beauty.
Millicent finds herself in a situation with a “pretty” stallion with a harsh mouth. After losing a bet to said stallion, his proposition is for her to bear him children. Not wanting to back on her word, she unhappily agrees to it. Feelings about the said stallion are ambiguous, mostly because Millicent does not want to even acknowledge them if they did exist. She wants to believe that she hates his guts, and would love to tear him apart, but for the most part, it has been mostly bark and no bite as of yet. She feels nothing for the foals out of her, and yet she expects them to be the best. If they do not find something to excel in, she will drill them to become the best runners on the land. The only way she will accept feelings of pride for her foals would be if they could truly beat her in a race, and excel in that aspect. She will not acknowledge the foal if they were anything else.
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 4:04 pm
Rules and Prompt It is now the time you've been waiting for~
Time to fight to get that basket.
The Rules...o1. Remember, ALL work must be your own. Do not rip off of someone else or steal something.
o2. If you need to edit something in your post, please feel free to. You have until the end of the event to tweak stuff around as you see fit.
o3. Please do no discourage others from entering. Everyone has ever right to enter.
o4. Please do not cheer people on or create cheer groups.
o5. Feel free to post questions in this thread.
o6. While everyone is free to enter, please try not to if you are only going to grab the basket and run. We would prefer those whom while drop in the thread so we can get some family time in. Prompts...o1. Ever since you first emerged from your basket things have not been the most family like with in your "family". You've taken note that your mother is hot-tempered, at times pushy, and well, blunt and foul mouthed. As for your father, he seems to enjoy pissing off your mother and making little comments about her here and there. To put it simply, he seems to encourage your mother's attitude and enjoys it. Their chemistry is odd, and anyone else would say they down right HATE each other, but for you, well you aren't so sure. How do you feel about your parent's relationship? How do you think they even stand each other? Do you think it is all hate, or is there more to it? How do you feel about your parents as individuals? Do you find your mother too bad tempered, and your father lenient about her attitude?
o2. Your mother, Millicent, is a competitive female. Whatever she does, whether is be her passion, running, or a battle of words, she always strives to bring her A-Game and come out on top. Failure and disappointment are NEVER an option, not even when it comes to you. Because she holds these values high she has tried to instill them in to you and your siblings. Even if you don't run like her, whatever talent you hold, you must do your best and try to come out as the best. Do you really want to always be the best, or are you in it for the fun? What values do you hold high and how does your mothers fit in on your chart? Or maybe you don't care cause you are a lazy a**?
o3. They are at it again. You are at your prime, your young adult years. During the day you and your siblings overhear your parents bickering about something. The usual. Millicent is picking on Razi once more. Going on about how his liner marking makes him look "flamboyant", hence his nickname, "Flamgay".
Well well, it seems your siblings want to give you a dare. With amusement on hand, they dare you to play a trick on your parents, to "play gay and come out of the closet" so to speak. Will you do it? Why or why not? If so, how so? Do you find the dare amusing, or childish? Just give your thoughts and point of view.The form...[color=orange][size=15][b]Give me the spotty BBY~
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[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Soquili Name[/b]:
[b]Number of Soquili Owned[/b]: [Please link them if you can~ A teepee or sig will do fine]
[b]Why do you want this basket?[/b]:
[b]What would your future plots be for this basket?[/b]
[b]Will you be around shop?[/b]:
[b]Will you RP this basket?[/b]:
[b]Prompt[/b]:
[b]RP Response[/b]:
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 5:26 pm
:B *Stamps a big stamp of APPROVAL*
Millicent: D< I want the best of the best for my f***in' baby. Show me what you got!
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 5:30 pm
-Hangs an open sign- o3o
Razi: -Snorts and rolls his eyes at the mare-
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:00 pm
*ish confused*
1. Why is there a prompt and an rp prompt? Is the first you thoughts on the situation? Is your response going to be in rp form?
2. Will we RP in this thread?
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:02 pm
"Prompt" Is the prompt you will be answering. So,
"Prompt: Number 1"
RP response is, well your response to the prompt.
You will be posting your form in this thread.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:23 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: x Leo The Magician x Soquili Name: Male - Runi "secret lore" ; Female - Valiant "Brave" Number of Soquili Owned: 6.5 Teepee <3 Why do you want this basket?: Because I think s/he is love, and I thing the whole family is very adorable! And I love the history behind them, and I'm curious to follow the rest of it! 83 What would your future plots be for this basket? I'd like him or her to be a very stubborn person, not exactly as hard as his/her parents. I think they would learn from their parents that's it's generally better to be nice to someone you like. Though, they'd certainly have several rivals and would have to prove their strength and dominance to anyone that questioned it. Will you be around shop?: You know I always am! 8D I'm also constantly RPing in the guild, and I'm very dedicated to my Roleplays, so there's no worries there! ♥ Will you RP this basket?: Heck yesh! Prompt: 3 - It's the most amusing! And, for the benefit of my sanity, I shall Roleplay the young adult as male! RP Response: It had never been an easy childhood, but he had learned very early on that it wasn't the best idea to complain about it. His parents weren't abusive or anything, they were just easier to handle when he wasn't always complaining all the time. So his childhood had been spent training for his mother and dealing with the usual parental fights. He basically considered bickering part of his life by now. So it was no surprise to him when one day, his parents were at it again. The nickname 'flamgay' was thrown around a lot, and he remembered hearing the word a lot when he was younger. His mother was always picking on his father, and in turn his picked and prodded back. It was odd to think about how they managed to stay together, basically based on hate. He assumed in a way they must have loved each other, certainly they weren't staying together just for their foals benefits.
Anyway, today was different. He had been with his other siblings, each of them doing whatever they were best at, when they had overheard this particularly bad hullabaloo. "Bet you won't take a dare." One of his siblings directed this statement at him, and he huffed. Of course he would take a dare, he wasn't some coward or something! "What's your dare?" He questioned, and his siblings told him to admit of his parents that he was gay!
Ugh! Of all the problems that his parents had, this was probably the worst of them! Most of the quarrels started because of some random difference, and then the name 'flamgay' was thrown into the argument and all heck would break loose! How would they react to one of their foals being gay? He ran the scenario through his mind, and after a few minutes of pondering this, he was fairly certain his parents wouldn't actually yell at him. They'd more then likely go back to screaming at each other about which of them had been the cause of his 'gayness'.
This would be an amusing dare to watch, but he wasn't too thrilled about it. Surely his siblings could come up with something better? Still, he never back down from a dare! So with his head held high, and a little flamboyant trot, he marched right into the middle of his parents bickering and took a deep breath.
When they had focused most of their attention on him, he announced his news. "Mother....father....I'm proud to say I'm gay!" He closed his eyes, and waited for their response. He wasn't so sure anymore that it was such a great idea....
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:39 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: Eranas
Soquili Name: Mirazel
Number of Soquili Owned: 2.5- Shikoba Alcyone Rosylone
Why do you want this basket?: because it's smexy, and the basket's family reminds me of my own :'D *shot*
What would your future plots be for this basket? Possibly to try and gain friends for it, I would not whore it out I swear =o
Will you be around shop?: As much as I can if I'm not ignored xD; Though I will try to lurk =3
Will you RP this basket?:As much as I can =3
Prompt: 1
RP Response:
It's another day and once again my dad is teasing my mom. He's smirking at her and teasing her of how slow she is compared to my dad. For some reason she gives into this teasing all the time! I'm sitting here right now watching mom chase dad, trying to get back at him and.. of course yelling profanities at him, but I don't feel hate! Smiling my hoof pads at the ground, ears twitching lightly.
I never actually feel hate from them; in fact I think mom likes when dad teases her. It's love hate relationship right? Mom is very competitive. She's always hitting up dad for another race and if anyone tries to bad mouth her she yells right back and seems to want to win with that too. I hate that she makes us run so much, but in a way that's her love for us isn't it? I'm not the best runner but I try hard because I want to make her proud. And one day be able to beat her, then I can stick it in her face---
Dad on the other hand teases me non stop! It's so infuriating, I try to chance him down but if he's faster than mom, of course he'd be faster than me. I'm always so stupid and giving into his bets, I have to do things for him all the time. One day I'm gonna win a bet and he's gonna lose.
I'm sorry I'm ranting, but.. I do love my parents in one way and I also hate them. I constantly yell at mom yet I still do the training she makes me do. I constantly yell at dad, angry at his teasing.. yet I still give in and end up doing his things. I need to learn to stop, but I can't help it! They're going to drive me insane one day. Not to mention my headstrong siblings..
Agh, I can't concentrate with my mom's yelling now. Dad's picking on her again. And now she's cursing again... I thougt children weren't supposed to hear this!! Why would dad make her this angry anyway, I mean. I know he likes teasing, but -this- angry?! Gah. I bet they just fight so no one realizes how madly in love they are.... Pfft... I think I'm gonna pick on them that way! I don't care how much training I have to do, it's gonna be worth it. Or maybe I'll just tell them I'm gay....~
( Sorry I just had to include that last part, I found it hilarious XD )
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 6:41 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: Doodle p***s Soquili Name: Cassiel Or Elua depending on the gender. Number of Soquili Owned: 20 - and thats counting my Niobe that Mobbu is still working on. Teepee] Not all of them are in there, and some of them are no longer mine. Why do you want this basket?: Cause I adore orange as well as both parent owners are simply loves. <3 What would your future plots be for this basket? Dont want to go that far in case I dont win.. Will you be around shop?: Of course Will you RP this basket?: When I can yes. Prompt: 3 RP Response: Snickers and faint laughter can be heard as my siblings delight in the fact, that Im more than ready to take on this...challenge..this dare. Of my talent it is to face everything head on and never back down, my mother has pushed me to be the best...and I always strive to be the best at anything thrown down at my hooves.
Which apparently in this case, means being the best damn homosexual ever. And most likely be killed,but as long as Im the best than mother shouldn't be overly displeased.
Or so I thought.
With a toss of Cassiel/Elua's mane, he/she moved towards the sound of bickering voices with a faint eye-roll and a sigh, having grown up listening to this constant bickering back and forth, only one can assume that deep down its love thats kept these two together..or insanity.
Again, Cassiel/Elua was unsure of which.
"Mother..Father.." Giving a deep respectful bow to the both of them, his/her head raises as she/he takes a deep breath and with a straight face smiles. "You know I love you both, but this constant bickering about flayimg homosexuality is hurting me." With another deep take of breath, his/her gaze becomes level with the pair before him/her and already he/she was planning on getting back at his/her siblings for this..challenge.
"And mostly because, I have found that. I myself, am homosexual." With a lift of his/her chin to drive home the fact, that Cassiel/Elua was PROUD of being the way he/she was without any real care what the rest of the world thought of it.
"And yes mother, I do strive to be the best damn homosexual out there." Cassiel/Elua added with a smile to his/her mother before looking to his/her father, "And no, it had nothing to do with your eyeliner eyes father, though they do make your eyes just POP." He/She said with a grin before flicking his/her tail behind him/her as if what she/he had just confessed was nothing out of the normal at all.
With a light shrug of his/her shoulders, he/she simply smiled, "I cant help it, I like to snog those of the same gender."
And now, Cassiel/Elua waited for the shock to where of his/her parents..
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:13 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: Mahogany Sunset
Soquili Name: Terpsichore [terp-si-kair-i], nicknamed Keri (female) Hermes (male)
Number of Soquili Owned: None sad
Why do you want this basket?: Well, one, it's gorgeous <3 Mostly, it'd be great to get a soq and to have a "family" to RP with, and to try my hand at RPing - haven't really had a chance yet.
What would your future plots be for this basket? If female, I think Keri'd be a poetic soul instead of an athlete (Terpsichore is the Muse of dramatic choral poetry and dance). There are poetry/story-telling competitions around, I imagine - or she could found one biggrin Fun! A definite plot would be Keri's confession to her mother that she love poetry more than running/athletic activities.
If male, an athlete who doesn't really want to be an athlete - he'd much rather explore the area around him and travel. This could lead to a fight or something that could force Hermes to leave home. A definite plot is Hermes disappearing for an entire two days (or something like that) to explore, all the while fending for himself. His mother would be frantic (perhaps a race coming up?), and when he shows up, he gets a nice verbal beating. (<-maybe this could make him leave...)
Will you be around shop?: Already am, though I tend to lurk a lot sweatdrop
Will you RP this basket?: You can bet on it biggrin
Prompt: Prompt 2: Your mother, Millicent, is a competitive female. Whatever she does, whether it be her passion, running, or a battle of words, she always strives to bring her A-Game and come out on top. Failure and disappointment are NEVER an option, not even when it comes to you. Because she holds these values high she has tried to instill them in to you and your siblings. Even if you don't run like her, whatever talent you hold, you must do you best and try to come out as the best. Do you really want to always be the best, or are you in it for the fun? What values do you hold high and how does you mothers fit in on your chart? Or maybe you don't care cause you are a lazy a**?
RP Response: (using Terpsichore)
To Terpsichore, running is pointless. But to please her mother... She'd do anything. She really would.
She knows that if others knew about her passion for poetry, she'd be frowned upon. No one would see it as a good thing - anyone who saw her would instantly think, "Too bad she's not a runner, like her beautiful mother..."
So she keeps her poetry to her self, and waits until the day she can truly develop it enough to impress her mother.
It is a beautiful day, and Keri is running through the field, once again coming up with words and phrases for her mother's favorite pastime: Seamless gait that takes you flying across fields of green... elegant flight across a sea of emeralds...
Terpsichore shakes her head. Too much flying, and definitely too many words for green. She sighs. It'll never be good enough.
She keeps moving, sprinting as fast as her little filly legs can carry her. Keri wants to be as fast as her mother, to try to please her, but her spindly foal legs don't do much to support that dream. Instead, she trots to halt under a tree and curls up in the long grass, sighing again. Delicate fronds folding under the weight of morning dew...
Sunrise was just a little while ago. Terpsichore gazes up at the sky, the pink, purple, and blue hues catching her attention. They're gorgeous. They remind her of her mother - always striving to capture the sky, but never quite making it. She idolizes her mother - Millicent makes running so graceful, her tail trailing along behind so elegantly - and wonders why she can't be like her. Keri knows she tires so easily she makes her mother turn her head away - she's a sprinter, but she can't sprint for long.
Terpsichore hears the poor grass crunching under the weight of adult hooves, not the restless prance of her siblings. She crawls around to the other side of the tree, hiding until the hoof-steps fade away. A line runs unbidden through her head.
Abandoning your real self, throwing it away, by the time you want it again, away it will stay...
She collapses into as small a ball as she can and cries herself to sleep. She wakes up at sunset and watches as, once again, pink, orange, and purple try to catch the other side of the horizon before it fades into darkness and starlight. Keri heads back to where she know her siblings will be - training - feeling empty and alone, but wanting to see her mother run.
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:46 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username:Strait Jacket Girl
Soquili Name: Siamaos (Male) Sayitia (Female)
Number of Soquili Owned: .5 (Co-own)Zheadeos
Why do you want this basket?: 1. I love Milicent and Razi's relationship, to be part of that family would be Epic and would open any family rp's up to be very interesting to say the least. I absolutely love the colors, Specially with the blue gem to complement the brown it'll have it's dad's beautiful blue eyes.
2. I would love the chance to own my very own soquili
What would your future plots be for this basket?
Family Rp's Defiantly-
1. One with all the siblings to see how they get along together where their personalities conflict and compliment./// Idealy I'd love to have a rivalry between at least one of his siblings.
2. Two a personal one with Millicent where the foal will do it's best to be the best at everything for her and still end up short in most area's though no hard feeling will be harbored toward Millicent this will lay the foundation for the foal to always strive to be the best and to do it's best at everything.
3. A personal one with Razi, her the foal is to see a somewhat lighter side to things, or rather the humor behind the different things of life, such as in his father jackass manner which would balance the foal out to see that you should still always strive to be your best and to be the best in general but that the foal shouldn't take everything too seriously that you have to see the humor in things.
A Lesson Learned: I'd ideally like to get the competitive foal into an rp with someone who can't be beat. Or that he gets involved with/in a competitive state with someone eh shouldn't have such as a Kalona or Skin Walker where he may win but it would not necessarily be for the best. (No real harm would come to the Foal though)
Follow the Leader: Rp with another Foal. This Rp would consist of this foal and another foal equal "battling" for the position of leader in a playful manner or not so playful. To establish either a realization that the foal can't always be the best or the leader and if the rp goes on long enough that sometimes it's best to be a follower and not the leader.
Will you be around shop?: As much as I already am in not more often XD
Will you RP this basket?: Uh Heck Yes
Prompt: o3. They are at it again. You are at your prime, your young adult years. During the day you and your siblings overhear your parents bickering about something. The usual. Millicent is picking on Razi once more. Going on about how his liner marking makes him look "flamboyant", hence his nickname, "Flamgay".
Well well, it seems your siblings want to give you a dare. With amusement on hand, they dare you to play a trick on your parents, to "play gay and come out of the closet" so to speak. Will you do it? Why or why not? If so, how so? Do you find the dare amusing, or childish? Just give your thoughts and point of view.
RP Response: (For the response the Foal will be Male)
The sun had passed past the high point of the day just past when the day was hottest though with the temperature being allowed to cool if only gradually Millicent's temper did nothing but seem to grow hotter, it wasn't as if her mood would shift with the fleeting temperature with the day. She'd been at Razi through the progression of the day it wasn't unusual it was in a way how she showed her affection toward Razi, it was in a since how she showed affection in general only it was different when it was directed toward their dad. Siamaos listened with his siblings as Millicent went on a rant about how Razi was in a sense gay. Obviously he wasn't and they all knew it.
Siamaos began to turn away from his parents to head off to find someone to charm. Some females played hard to get some were simple. The one that played hard to get were fun because they were a challenge. The ones that were easy to charm were the sweet ones that seemed to boost his confidence in a small way. Charming mares wasn't exactly easy some were just easier to charm then others but just as fun. He could add another tally to his list of charmed mares. It was all in a playful manner but one day it may come to who can charm the toughest mare to charm. A mare no one before was able to charm and he'd be ready. The others were practice, many were still friends so he was not reckless and abandoned them some just were displeased when they found that his charm did not mean they would go anywhere as a couple. Always mares seemed to want to settle down well most anyway there were others though that didn't and they enjoyed his game they were the ones that stayed his friend. However from behind he heard one of his siblings snicker and make a comment about him leaving. He tossed his mane to the side and turn his head to stare at his sibling who snickered. "Why should I stand here and eavesdrop on our parents, gawking like a couple of moon stuck mares when I could be out wooing lovely mares into being mine." His comment about his siblings being moon struck got him a slightly sour look.
"Fine" said his other sibling. "Why don't we make this interesting."
Siamaos cocked his head to the side and then proceeded to turn back around while still looking to his sibling. "What pray tell do you suggest to make watching them bicker interesting?" His ears were perked an alert. He tossed a looked at his parents, they were still where they had been and they were bickering still.
His siblings nickered and whispered to each other and then broke out in a small peal of laughter and in unison turn to him. The one who had originally snickered at his leaving was the one that layed it all down. "We dare you to go interrupt mom's bickering at dad and tell them that your gay." He nodded matter of factly and then his other sibling pipped in. "You have to be convincing no half assing it. Make them believe it. You have to work it and sell it."
A small frown came to Siamaos muzzle. He had to act flamboyantly gay in front of his parents. It was a damn near impossible thing to do. Everyone knew he chased after mare if even just to woo and charm them. It wasn't impossible though because he never settled with one mare he was always moving form one to another. If could be used to show a sign of a front so to speak. It would be a definite challenge. "All right What do I get if I win?" His siblings seemed to ponder his question while he thought more about his dare. He'd do it and enjoy the fact that he'd win it. He'd win and then he couldn't wait to see his fathers face once he reviled that he wasn't actually gay. His mothers would be priceless. Even if his siblings couldn't come up with something good as the prize he'd do it. For both the challenge and the amusement of the end result. He was confident that he'd win this bet.
(Fail I took so long that it logged me out before I could post XD)
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 7:49 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: magnadearel
Soquili Name: F-Sherisse M-Sulemeth
Number of Soquili Owned: [Please link them if you can~ A teepee or sig will do fine] 0
Why do you want this basket?: It would be my first soquili.
What would your future plots be for this basket?
1- Backtalk: Millicent suddenly finds herself with a foal who doesn’t want to do training anymore. A show-down is bound to happen. Who will win?
2- Foalish antics: The foal plots with his/her siblings to play a round of pranks on dear old dad.
3- Lost from home: Baby wanders away from home and meets other soquili.
4- Others to come if I get picked.
Will you be around shop?: Yup!
Will you RP this basket?: Deffinately!
Prompt: #1
RP Response:
This is done from the foal’s pov, and assumed gender is male.
“You want to know how I feel about my parent’s relationship?” He tilts his head to consider the question very carefully. “Guess I’ve never given it much thought. Father does his best to antagonize mother as often as he can. She usually reacts badly when he does. Mother herself is very driven to win. She focuses on winning a lot.”
“On the outside it would seem they don’t really like each other very, hu?” His nose wrinkles in foal-ish dilemma. “However, ask yourself this. Why would they stay around each other if they didn’t at least feel something? So lets assume the worst case, they completely hate each other’s guts. Now what would be a reason to stay? Us foals perhaps? Or maybe it’s a love-hate relationship. They love to hate each other. By hating they get attention they really crave, even if it isn’t the best.”
“On the other hoof, what if one really does love the other, and the other doesn’t return their feelings? That would be a con….conundrum wouldn’t it?” He nods. “So if that’s the case why stay together? I’m not sure I’m qualified to answer that question being I’m only a foal still.” He grins at you sheepishly.
“And finally,” he grins in delight, “the option that both are madly in love with each other. Of course they can’t admit it to the other or themselves. So they act like they hate each other. Isn’t it the worst when you have this feeling that you can’t let out? When you ask how do I feel about it I’m not really sure. It seems to work for them doesn’t it? If you’re really curious why not ask them yourself?”
“Mother is very goal orientated. Unfortunately its only on one goal. I think she can get too narrow-minded on winning. It’s not really her fault though. She was raised to think she had to win at everything, and it’s hard to break out of. I wish I could help her to become less focused. Not solely on winning, but giving her a broader outlook. Life may not all be about winning, but if she can’t see that then maybe she’ll come to realize that she’s a winner in my eyes.”
“Father is….. father. I’ve seen him when he thinks I’m not watching to pull his pranks. I don’t know why he does it honestly. Some kind of twisted joy? Acting out against some childhood memory? He doesn’t do it to everyone thankfully. Could it be a stallion thing? Maybe I’ll start doing that too when I’m grown, I hope not.”
“Well, I don’t really see that father has much to say in how mother acts. True I know you’ll point out that its his prodding that causes her outbursts. Still mother will do as she wills whether he’s around or not. I think she acts like that simply because that’s how she thinks she Has to act. Perhaps father could teach her not to, but then again do you really want her to act like him?” X_X
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 8:41 pm
Give me the spotty BBY~
Username: Beejoux Soquili Name: Royce(male) or Riplee(Female) Number of Soquili Owned: .5 Bee's TeepeeWhy do you want this basket?: Not only do I admire and adore both Leez0rs and Ririka, but I think any offspring sired by Razi and Mil will be both visually stunning. Not to mention just carrying on traits from both parents' personalities, both flaws and good qualities. What would your future plots be for this basket? Whatever gender the Soq within the basket ends up being, they will be just as competitive as their mother. Trying constantly to one-up their siblings in nearly everything they do. Their father's sharp wit and wicked tongue will certainly not be neglected, though. The foal will be just as foul-mouthed, just as insulting, and just as condescending, if not more so under the double influence of both adult Soquili. 1. With his/her siblings, there is no competition. The foal feels that they are the best, and that's that. Of course at every chance the foal will feel compelled to prove this, and while they may make a fool of themselves at times, they do manage to always come away from a challenge on top, except.. 2. When it comes to their mother. Try as they might, they simply cannot out wit, or out run her. The foal will strive to best Millicent when ever possible, and is actually better for it. Very driven and focused, except.. 3. The foal's father laid back and fun loving attitude is a heavy influence, and while striving to be the best, the foal generally takes a rather lazy approach to relationships of any kind. They're terribly flaky and thanks to the healthy relationship between Razi and Milli(Cough..), has no clue whatsoever how a working relationship is supposed to work. Will you be around shop?: Fo'Sho. Will you RP this basket?: Fo'Sho! Prompt: Prompt 3 RP Response: (For the sake of this entry, I will be playing the role as Male (Royce).) "I dare you.." The challenge had been issued. "I double dare you.." And been reinforced. There was no backing down now, not that Royce had ever backed out of a Dare in his entire short life, and he certainly had no plans of backing out of one now. Why would he even want to? The ruse his siblings had thought up was a comedy gold mine. Feign a bit of flamboyance, do a little confessing, and just sit back and enjoy the show. What could possibly go wrong? Don't answer that. Not that the current show being put on by his parent's wasn't amusing enough already. They were at it again, bickering in their usual manner, high to insults and, in his mother's case, attacks on his father's sexuality. It really was the perfect situation for the ingenious scheming of Royce's two siblings and his complete willingness to do just about anything, make an a** of himself included, for the sake of pride and bragging rights. The trio was trouble with a capital T, but with parent's like theirs, what was to be expected? " How's my hair?" Tossing his mane in an absolutely girlish manner, Royce struck a pose to make any diva proud, grinning at the brighter pair before turning towards his parents. A flick of his tail tangling bi-colored lengths of soft hair around his ankles as he made his way over. Leaving the other two to gape slack jawed in his wake. His parents didn't seem to notice his approach until he was almost next to them. At which point they broke off their argument with a last snide comment hissed at each other. Royce fought to keep a straight face, schooling features for serious bordering on anxious. As was his nature(and the nature of his parents, if you got right down to i) there was no preamble, no warning or prelude. Royce simply came right out with it, voice as serious as it ever got. " Mom, Dad, I think I might be gay." The stunned look this admission resulted in was done in stereo, and Royce nearly lost it right then and their. More will power then was pretty was needed to keep his face utterly serious, his voice even, and his eyes just a little shiny. ' I've been wondering if I should tell you for a while now.." He dropped his gaze briefly before looking towards his mother. " You're always ragging on dad, teasing him and calling him Flamgay, and worse.. I was afraid..." There ought to have been awards for things like this. The dusty stallion would have had quite the collection for all the acts and stunts he'd pulled off in his short lifetime. From the look on his mother's face, he was fairly certain that there would be hell to pay for his little "confession", and he debated on ending the ruse right then and there. That, of course, would lead to both mental and physical pain for ever having thought he could get away with such an asinine pranks. It was the bandaid option, short and quick. However, if he stuck to the game, played it out a bit longer, in a week or so he could turn around and say he'd changed his mind, and stallions just weren't his cup of tea after all. The possibilities were almost endless. There was more fun to be had with this game, and ever up to a challenge, Royce decided to stick with it for the long haul. Mustering up a scowl, the young stallion narrowed his eyes at both parents, and set his jaw stubbornly. They hadn't said much about it yet, but he knew it was coming, and he was going to beat them to it. " You know what, I don't expect you to understand. I shouldn't even have bothered being honest about it. This is my life, and I'm going to live it as I please." And with that bold and rather hostile statement, the male turned and cantered away, past the sniggering forms of his two siblings and into the cover of dense trees that lined the clearing near their home. Barely making into shaded cover before bursting out laughing. It was time to lay low and savior the lingering memory of his parent's reactions. It had been priceless, utterly priceless. And while he knew there was bound to be repercussions from this little charade, he was certain they'd be worth the massive amount of entertainment it provided, and the bragging rights over his siblings. They really had nothing on him, nothing at all.
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