Pitylove is in the air, true believers. Your pitylove. Your burning, churning, agonizing, entirely superficial pitylove for him. And that's only kind of exaggerating.
You may have never actually spoken to him before, but you just know when you look at the way his hair curls around his horns, so seemingly wild and yet not a single one out of place, the little tug at the corners of his mouth when he sees something funny, the way you keep spotting him in public no matter where you go, you know he's the one for you, the one troll in the galaxy meant to be your matesprit.
Or at least, you know he's really cute and you wanna date him, which is basically close enough!
In this choose-your-own-adventure game, you'll be trying to win the heart of some unsuspecting greenblooded fellow you've set your sights on. Depending on how you interact with him, you'll gain or lose relationship points, and you can potentially gain an additional 2 points for having the best flavour text of the round. Be careful though, some options only result in positive outcomes if you already have a strong enough relationship with him!
In addition to posting which option you choose, make sure to include a short bit of roleplay describing the scene playing out! 150 word minimum per post, if you would. You'll have one week to respond for each round. For each round you miss, you incur a point penalty that triples for each missed round (the first missed round gets you -1, the second missed round gets you -3, etc). Please keep track of your own points in your posts! Also, note that you shouldn't play as an existing character of yours. The player character will have certain traits imposed on them, and so going into it without a specific persona in mind will be helpful.
Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:09 pm
You've seen him at the library every time you've made the trip out here lately. Always sitting at the same table, always getting books from the same section--actually, that's pretty normal now that you think about it, you're not sure why you thought it was noteworthy. Regardless, tonight's the night. You're gonna talk to him. Deep breaths. Not too deep, don't hyperventilate, that's not the kind of swooning we want here. While you're internally rambling about what sort of breathing to do, he actually looks your way, and your eyes meet. Aside from panicking, what do you do?
A.) Be bold! Walk up and introduce yourself. You're not here to play around, you're here to check out books and get your man, and you've already checked out enough books for the week.
B.) Be the opposite of bold! Give him a shy grin and wave at him. Make him come to you, right? That's what all the romance movies say, and they've never lead you astray. Besides, peeps go crazy for the shy grins.
C.) Ask him about the books he's looking at! It's a good way to dig for common ground, and it subtly expresses interest in him, probably!
D.) Conversely, ask him if he knows anything about the books you're carrying--they're by one of your favourite authors, so it should be a much more direct way of finding out if you share literary tastes.
Knitty was starstruck! He was here! Knitty could swear that, although he had only seen the greenblood a few times in the library, that this troll was the Matesprit that Nitty had been waiting for his entire young life! When their eyes met, Knitty almost swooned off of his seating structure. He was very glad he didn't actually fall off (maybe wavered a little)! That would have been the absolute worst! Not only would his Lusus be pissed at him for being so clumsy, but it would be so embarassing! Knitty waved and took a deep breath before walking over, carrying his books with him. "H-hi." he swallowed back the flutter in his digestion cavity that threatened to choke his words and sat down next to the greenblood. "I see you around here often..." So far so good! No puddles of blue noseblood, no swooning or fainting, everything seemed fine. Knitty angled his books so that the greenblood could look. "My name is Knitty..." Knitty managed a friendly smile, "So, uh, what are you reading?"
Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 11:00 am
A.)
Arosia had decided that tonight was the night. She'd done enough of the watching from afar business, it was time to go say hello. And there he was, that adorable greenblood, sitting where he always sat. She sighed to herself, subconsciously placing one hand on her cheek in an unintentional swoon... just in time for him to look over. How embarrassing! Her face flushed a little, and she cleared her throat, but readied herself anyway. No backing out now, he'd spotted her.
She shuffled over, all of that confidence slowly withering away with each step. Eventually she reached the table, and then pulled out a chair next to him and sat down."Hi. I'm Arosia. I see you here a lot, what's your name?"
Yes... that was totally smooth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 12:35 pm
A] ==> Be a stud [ 0 points ]
Oh PUHLEEZE! As if anyone could refuse such a hot piece of a**? Parvat boldly strode up to the troll, parking his a** on the table the troll sat at. What better way to get his attention right? Okay, so first impressions were the lasting ones and confidence was sexy, he could only hope this troll found it.....hopefully not annoying.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen the green-blood. The other seemed like such a studious thing....he couldn't help but notice! Besides, if there was something that could distract his attention it was a compelling creature such as this. He'd never talked to the green-blood....and yet already he felt pity boiling in the pit of his protein chute! There was something about the way he looked thoughtfully at the books even though he always seemed to know what he wanted, the way he casually looked around the library for open seats (There always was) only to sit down at his usual.....but the real pity came when he could see how ill-equipped the green-blood was. His body looked so small....so frail! He needed a strong troll to protect him for sure!
"....uh.....hi!" Parvat said, his confidence spent up by merely going up to his crush.
Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 3:49 pm
OPTION D LET'S DO SOME RECON
'It would be so easy to not do this,' the back of Eresit's mind whined blearily. 'It's not too late! You could turn around and no one would know you cluckbeast'd out of there like the yellow-belly you are! It's not failure if you don't try in the first place!!!'
While she looked like she was on her way to her own execution, Eresit continued to trudge forward through the library. Her steps were small and slow, but Eresit's stiff posture and pained gaze were focused entirely on her destination: a table near the edge of the library, and more importantly, the greenblood sitting at it.
Eresit clutched the books she was holding--part of her clever "library patron" disguise--to her chest with crushing force. If she tightened her grip hard enough, perhaps she would be able to successfully calm her spastic bloodpusher.
Or maybe she would pass out, and as she gracefully fell to the floor, she would catch the eye of the unsuspecting greenblood and in that second, her moment of weakness would inspire deep pity in the lad and he would swoop in to catch her before she hit the floor and they would share a tender--
NO. NO NO NO NO NO.
NO.
Eresit shook her head with enough force to nearly trip herself. Stupid! Dumb! The fact that this complete stranger was able to distract her with such frivolous, embarrassing thoughts without even trying made her face heat with humiliation. By all reason she should hate such a meddlesome fool for making her organs clench up like that! It made so much sense! She could definitely hate his dumb horns and his dorky outfit and his silly haircut and the way it curled gently around his face and framed his lovely eyes and perfect cheekbones...
Where was Eresit going with this again?
Right up to this boy's table apparently.
Eresit blanched. In her torment, she'd forgotten she'd been marching on up to confront this b*****d regarding how perfect and adorable he was.
Wait--no! She couldn't say that! Well, she certainly couldn't lead with that, but maybe at some point she could mention offhandedly that she found his beauty mark to be quite--NO SHUT UP--'WAIT, I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING WHY AM I JUST STANDING HERE NOT SAYING ANYTHING--!'
"HELLO. I HAVE THESE BOOKS." Eresit dropped her pile of books on the table with a sharp thunk. "I SEE THAT WE HAVE GATHERED BOOKS FROM THE SAME SECTION OF THE LIBRARY. I WISH TO HEAR YOUR OPINION. ON THESE BOOKS. I-IF YOU HAVE ONE. THAT IS. AN OPINION. NO PRESSURE."
A) If there was a troll that existed that could make god swoon, it would be this angel of a greenblood. Before anyone asks, no, Sutyre was not a stalker. She didn't map out his hive location, she didn't dig through his trash in order to find his hair or something creepy...
The thought was tempting though. Extremely tempting.
It wasn't her fault she felt this way, as if her knees were so weak that she couldn't carry herself across the library floor just to ask him for his name, and perhaps his company. That was where they sat currently: Tables apart, both buried in their own books, although his own apparently keeping his attention better than her own were. She peeks over to him, her breath catching in her throat and her face flushing. No, stop Sutyre, you had to look normal and breathe, breathing was good--
While you rambling in your head, his optical orbs shift from the book and to her own, which widened in response.
This couldn't go on. She couldn't keep watching him afar, pretending to ignore her feelings and secretly hoping that one day he would approach her. She had gone the way of romance films for too long, it was time to approach him. She was about to take control of this situation and not beat around the bush anymore.
Sutyre stands up, walking over to him and smiling slightly, trying to ease her own nerves from the frenzy they were in "Hi. I'm Sutyre. The corner over there smells weird, so do you mind if I sit here?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 4:44 pm
C) Ask him about his books
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Lovrin was a smart girl. The library was practically a second hive to her, and she spent hours combing through books on all subjects, from history to biology to whatever else was on her mind. Recently, however, her subject of choice had switched to the eternally confounding subject of troll romance. She had begun reading all manner of philosophy on love, from the high tier ruminations of the greatest poets to the simple, crass suggestions of certain romantic magazines. And it was all because of this beautiful boy. This beautiful and probably just-as-intelligent-as-her boy. She had to have him. It was fate!
Somewhat shyly, Lovrin sauntered up to the mysterious boy. "What are you reading?" she said simply. It was a perfectly innocuous question; hopefully nothing could go wrong with it. Hopefully. She could have perhaps been a bit bolder and stated her name, but as she saw it, it was best to start small, and with a purpose. Names came after you'd started a conversation, so naturally actually getting the conversation started came first.
Sarise had always preferred to observe other trolls. Sometimes it would get the best of her and she would find herself staring at others far longer than she would have preferred. Sometimes the other troll would even catch her staring at them, and then she would squeak and bashfully hide her flushed face behind the book in her hands. For her, troll watching was a hobby and one that often incorporated a new troll each time she did it, but for some reason one particular troll happened to consistently catch her eye every time she went to the library.
She shyly peeked above her book to look over at a particular table. For some reason, the particular troll preferred to sit at that exact table and even got books from the same section. Sarise squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head at the thought. She had watched him to the point of knowing even that! She was absolutely smitten over him and she didn’t even know his name. He didn’t even know she existed. M-Maybe she could summon the courage to talk to him today…? Sarise sighed. Still, she couldn’t resist peeking out to see if he had arrived. In fact, he had.
In fact, he happened to turn in her direction.
In fact, their eyes had met.
She instinctively reached for her heart and restrained the wheeze rising in her chest. It took all Sarise had to just raise an arm and wave at him. Heck, she was even smiling shyly. It was all about baby steps. After this, she could start a chat with him and that would definitely go places. Right? Her shy smile turned nervous.
Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 1:48 am
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Books...? Books... huh. Books were peculiar objects that did not play much of a significance in Hawken's short, ill-accomplished life. They were like heavy blocks of paper that came in a variety of sizes, full of mundane information he had very little interest in. Besides, books were only interesting if they had pictures, but definitely not with... what were those things? Words? Yeah, words. Man, ******** words. And all the things that come with them, like sentences, punctuation, and all of that conventions bullshit. Pictures were the bomb.
Which makes being in a library full of hundreds upon thousands of books kind of unusual for the young scamp. Maybe it was the stillness in the air, the quiet shuffling and muffled chit chat, or just the overall atmosphere that made Hawken feel misplaced and uncomfortable. Whatever it was, reading just was not his thing. So, why on alternia would he hang around a place where bibliophiles and hipster trolls flock to?
His newly acquired moirail loved them.
"I see you've made excellent progress in accepting my hobby." she said, conspicuously dropping a twenty pound encyclopedia in front of him. Vertea was cheerful and upbeat and dynamic and definitely a busybody. Everything he was not. She pushed him to be a little less lazy and do and try things he normally wouldn't, and the strange part about it was it didn't agitate him... usually. Once or twice a week, they'd meet at the library only for him to poke fun at her and her to quietly disprove of his behavior and insist he needed a history or literary lesson. He yawned in response, yet she continued to babble away in her quiet library voice, leaving him disinterested and bored. Until a recently gained pitylove interest came into light.
"Huh?" Hawken questioned, then he begged, "What did you just say?"
"Oh, you know. That greenblood kid you've been gaga over for a while now? Just saw him a few moments ago over around the corner." Her eyes darted back and forth from her book and Hawken's flushed face, a smirk curing on her lips.
Ah... yes... he recalled the greenblood. The greenblood boy whom he has run into more than enough times than he can count on his fingers, strangely enough. At first, Hawken shooed these strange random visitations of this stranger (whom he's never even spoken to in his life) as just coincidences, but... something, deep inside, always triggers whenever he spots him. Every day that passes, he is finding himself more and more prone to searching for that greenblood, with a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'll bump into him again. And it was stupid.
"Maaaybe... you should go talk to him today?" Hawken just about fell out of his chair. Talk to him? Ridiculous. Was Vertea insane? Unwell? Perhaps she's had enough of this "reading" and killed something in the wilderness for a change. You know, stop being so civilized. But Hawken debated whether or not actually approaching the guy would be worth it? Curiosity was getting the better of him. What did his voice sound like, what his interests were, what made him so magnetic, even from afar. It was mind-boggling to him.
So he decided to approach him after all. A huge burst of confidence and intense determination, he left the table.
Of course, while strolling towards the corner Vertea mentioned, his knees began to weaken and his stomach churned with apprehensions, also filled with flutterbeasts. And then hyperventilating and slowing his pace. Was it hot in there? Were his palms sweating? He wiped those quickly off on his pants before stopping at the corner. The confident facade was weakening.
Hawken peaked around the corner of the bookshelf, and immediately spotted the greenblood that pulled at his few, tender heartstrings. He was standing casually, looking at books and occasionally taking one off the shelf and then replacing it. He examined him carefully, remembering many details about him that seemed to be consistent. Like his perfect hair that curls and frames his face just right, the perfect shine to his shoes, and the freshly ironed appearance of his clothing. And that scarf he was wearing, which seems to be a signature deal. Hawken thought it was kind of dumb and tacky, but in a stupidly cute way. It was almost like he had such a charming appeal about him that if he wore bright pink trousers he could still pull them off. Hawken hoped he wasn't that adventurous.
Awkwardly staggering towards the greenblood, his blood pulsing with nervousness, Hawken decides to pretend to read a book in the same section, completely confused and disinterested. He glanced towards the other troll, who in sync took a brief look at him.
"Ahem..." Looking back at the prop of a book, Hawken could feel his face flush, but he decided to try to make conversation anyways. "Uh, so... whatchya lookin' at'?"
Troll Casanova~
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 8:53 pm
If you chose A.):
You barely get the introduction out of your mouth before he looks at you somewhat irately. He informs you that he's busy, and quickly reminds you that you're in a library, not a meet-and-greet. He turns away from you and disappears down an aisle. You just sort of awkwardly take your books and go home for the night. -1 Relationship Point
If you chose B.):
You manage to bust out a grin that's just shy enough without looking awkward, and raise your hand in a timid greeting. You're pretty sure you even blush, oh man, you are wooing the pants off him. He looks confused for a moment, waves back, and goes back to hunting for reading material. You lose your nerve and don't pursue anything further for the night. you tried ★ +0 Relationship Points
If you chose C.):
He looks up at you awkwardly, hesitates, and gives a brief outline of the plot of the series he's examining. You press for more info and he happily opens up, slowly growing more and more excited as he talks in detail about the characters and what he's read of the story thus far. It's pretty adorable how into it he gets. +2 Relationship Points
If you chose D.):
He stares down at the books you're carrying and his mouth curls. He explains his distaste for the author, and points out several flaws in her writing style that you're not sure you'll be able to un-notice...At least it got you two talking! +1 Relationship Point
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It's been a couple of weeks since you first met him, and while you've spoken a time or two since then, you haven't even seen him around for the past week. Not until tonight, at least; in the research & reference section of the library too, which is pretty darn unusual. He looks rather into whatever he's studying. How do you approach him?
A.) Surprise him! Trying to sneak up on him and quickly join his table sounds pretty cute to you, and surprises are always nice, except when they're bad surprises, like coming home to find out that your lusus ate your couch. You're pretty damn sure your presence is a lot more pleasant than suddenly having nowhere to sit, though.
B.) You don't approach him, of course. There's no need to be clingy when he's obviously doing some sort of relatively serious research. You know you'd be appreciative if someone you barely knew didn't bother you while you were studying, so you'll grant him that favor.
C.) You don't want to interrupt him, he looks pretty serious about whatever he's poring over, but that doesn't mean you have to ignore him all night! Try to catch his attention and wave him over, you're sure he'll join you if he knows you're here.
D.) A hard-to-get troll is a desirable troll. You try to catch his attention without letting him know he's caught yours. Repeated trips to the bookshelves around him, walking straight past his table while lingering to examine the nearest titles, the whole shebang, never once looking in his direction.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2012 11:39 pm
D)
Oh man she screwed up big time. After the big screw up, Sutyre wasn't quite willing to try and be so forward again. She wasn't quite so bold normally, and apparently going out of what was normal had undesirable consequences. So she decides that sticking to her quiet guns was desirable. No need to rush this anyway. He was here all the damn time. She plays with her hair, trying to come up with a decent reason to get him to notice her. She didn't want to be rude... She herself hated it when she was interrupted in something she was so grossly absorbed in. It ruined her line of thinking.
But at the same time, she didn't want to be ignored. Like he said before, this isn't a meet and greet. So Sutyre decides that instead of going to him, she would attempt to ave him come to her. She pulls out a list of things she has been interested in researching, flipping through them before finding a topic she could find in the shelves near his table. She takes a deep breath before walking over to the shelves, pulling a few books out and stacking them in her arms. She walks back to her table, strategically dropping a book(In reality, it was an accident) beside his table, hastily picking it up without looking at him. She hurries back to her own table, spreading out the books and reading through them before shaking her head. Nono, these didn't have what she needed at all! She stands back up, going to return most of the books and grabbing fresh ones. This time as she passed, her shirt snagged on the old wood of the shelf and she curses to herself, taking a few moments to pull it free.
She returns to the table, pouring over her books diligently and for a few moments forgetting his existence. After all, this subject was extremely interesting! But after a while she mentally smacks herself, remembering that she was trying to woo a fairly attractive greenblood. She sighs in exhasperation, still not looking at the male as she passed by, her cheeks slightly flushed. She really hoped he didn't notice that.
If there was one thing Sutyre was never very good at, it was ignoring someone she was so desperate to look at and sigh over from a distance. After all, that is what pitylove is about, at least that's what it is in the movies. And was she a fan of those tacky redrom sitcoms.
(2pt) (option C) For weeks now, Knitty hadn't been able to keep himself from whistling on occasion. It startled his poor lusus, and then he would have messes to clean up. Knitty just couldn't forget the conversation he had had with the greenblood! He had asked, in a melodous and noble manner, what the greenblood was reading, and the greenblood had responded with such energy and activity... It had been so beautiful! They had looked into each others eyes and there had been a connection! Knitty was sure there had been a connection! He had spent all week thinking about what he would do next time he saw the greenblood, and just because he hadn't seen the greenblood for a while didn't mean anything! People got busy, and that gave Knitty more time to plan. Perhaps chocolates? Perhaps minty crooks- it was that time of year after all. Perhaps a lovely knitted scarf? He seemed to like scarves. And knitty loved knitting. It was a perfect stress reliever, and a way to keep his hands busy while he waited. He was in the library, knitting, hoping to see his crush again, and reading a beastiary of lusii and not lusii when he saw the greenblood! A smile stretched over Knitty's face as he put down the knitting and started arranging the variety of trinkets and treats he had brought along with him specifically in case he ran into his crush. Having done so, he stopped for a moment, thinking. His crush looked very serious, poking around the research and reference sections. Perhaps he shouldn't disturb him? But Knitty saw no reason that he shouldn't make the greenblood aware that he was there, at least! If they didn't want to come over, that was fine! The treats could wait. Mostly. He might have to throw a few out in a week or so, but the scarf could be ready. Knitty caught the greenblood's eye and waved, smiling and gesturing to a nearby chair.
Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 11:50 am
C.) Wave, but don't interrupt! [-1pts]
Ouch! That hurt. Arosia supposed she should have known better than to just walk up and greet him in a library, he was right, it WAS a place for reading... At least he wasn't so annoyed that he shunned her from all conversation! She was pleased that she had gotten to chat with him a little, but when he suddenly seemed to disappear, she started to get worried. Maybe he had just been polite? That precious boy probably was the type to humor a pitystruck girl a couple times.
But then she spotted him in the research section of the library. How strange! He seemed so very into whatever he was looking up though, so she decided not to risk saying hello this time. Instead, she grabbed a few books on a topic close to whatever he was looking at, and then sat down at his table... Of course, she sat at a table near the research section.
Arosia waved a little, and grinned, but opted to leave it at that. So she picked up her first book, and started to read. No harm in getting to know the things he liked!
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2012 5:14 pm
A] ==> Terrify him! [ -1 Points]
Okay, so maybe his smooth a** wasn't always as grub-smooth as he wanted it to be....but he could still be pretty classy as ******** what better way to get someone's attention than to sneak up on them? It would certainly get that swank green-blood to notice him! Sure a hell of a lot more than a few other trolls he'd seen swooning all over that choice bit of calico...being all creepy and sneaky and not clear with what they wanted....
"HEY!" He exclaimed loudly from behind the troll, causing him to jump. Now to casually sashay into that totally divine looking seat next to him. Though he wouldn't rathered see it getting kicked out and offered for him like some sweet-a** golden throne next to his beautiful queen....he'd take having to pull it out on his own. Maybe the green-blood wouldn't mind so much if he was also reading? They could read in comfortable silence....and then try for a talk! YES! That was the plan! So long as his initial greeting didn't get the green-blood to whip around and slam a book into Parvat face.
