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 Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:44 pm
- Introduction - Hello, beginner RPers! I, your ever lovely Elliptic Sin and 7 year vet. of Rping, am starting a school for RPing individuals such as yourselves so that you may also advance in all things Rp. By showing you a few tips and pointers to inprove your literate abilities and give it a helpful push in the right direction.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:59 pm
|| Writing Samples / Source Material|| These listed sources are selected smaples of RPs that I've been a part in and played a part of over the years. The posts themselves vary between the Intermidate level and the Advanced respectively. This list will continue to grow upon each Rp that I take a part in, so be ready for any new sample that may make its way up here! exclaim Please do not steal any of my posts for your personal use. If you do I will find you and eat your brain with a spoon *shows brain eatting spoon before waving it at you* These are here for teaching purposes and to basically show that I do know something about what I've been talking about. So, please. NO STEALING! exclaim Sample taken from "Copyrited Powers Academy" Guild Character Name: Synth "Syn" Alastair
Character Type: Student Normal. Or at least as normal as you could get considering what kind of school it was. To be honest it was nothing like he had expected. There was no general sense of forboding, no kids floating in the air, just normal.
'Well, didn't I ruin they're pretty picture' Syn thought with a smirk as he fingered the dangling percings attached to his lip. But then again, Syn wasn't exactly looking to make happy with the 'normal' people anyway. Why should he? When some saw his strange way of dress most people jumped to the conclusion that he was either a goth or a satanist. And his strange tattoos and seemingly glowing gold eyes didn't help that matter either.
Whatever happened to 'never judging a book by its cover'? Seemed to him like that little piece of wisdom only worked for people who were only slightly off normal. Its sad really. These double standards some people grow up with today. Teaching the younger generation of the joys of tolerance but at the same time condemning those that are in the smallest way different. Syn was living proof of those kind of teachings. As a matter of fact, that was the main reason that he was here. The couldn't 'fix' him, so they shifted him off to the next best thing. A place for people just like him.
Scoffing at his ever darkening turn of thoughts Syn walked further into the courtyard. It wouldn't do to be standing in the middle of the courtyard like some zoned out loser. He could admit to being strange, but standing around and scowling at the other kids like he wished they're early doom was another matter entirely.
Making it to the front steps Syn's eyes caught on what seemed to be the body of another new student. Or at least what seemed to be a new student if the sack lain carelessly at its owner's feet was anything to say about it. Everything seemed careless about the boy. From the way his blond hair lay in free abandon around his face, the slightly wrinkled condtion of his clothes, to the thick and heavily crumpled peice of paper that was gripped loosely in his folded hands. He looked......
"Lazy" Syn mumbled to himself as he shook his head wonderingly at the boy's peaceful repose.
~ Post Inbetween ~
"That wasn't exactly a complement" Syn said dryly, " more like a observation than anything else"
A single inky eyebrow rose at the other's straight forward gaze. There was no lurking dark thought, no barely hidden malice as some who had first met him display. His azure gaze was keen and to the point its color remnant of a calm ocean breeze, his voice smooth and showing a hint of friendliness in its silky tone......it kind of creeped him out...
There was only a bare minimum of people who were truly nice in the world. Sure there was people who were 'nice' in the sense that they never spoke a harsh word to anyone, the kind of nice of others who show one side of themselves and when alone show another, and even the kind of 'nice' in which some one does a good deed. But to show such friendliness without the slightest hint of any ill intent or even the most basic judgemental wariness....was still very rare. But then again he still had just meet the guy.....
And if there was one thing that he had learned of his years of hell in his 'loving' home it would be this: Never trust a friendly face without knowing what is on the other side.
Looking at the other for a second longer Syn replied, "Yeah, I just got here today. The name's Synth" After saying this Syn's gaze darkened into a glare and settled so heavily on Harrison that it could melt through skin and bone making sure the other boy could catch every word, " Call me Syn. If you call me anything else I'll just ignore you"
His face smoothing again into his normal scowl he glanced at the door of the building, studing the grain and beauty of its craft before coming to a decision.
"I don't mind walking with you to the dorms." Syn said as he shifted the sack over his shoulder and threading his fingers briefly through his hair before letting it settle in feathery uneven spikes, "Besides, If some one tries to give a 'grand' tour of this place at least I won't be suffering alone"
Sample Taken From "Organization: Shade" Guild Character Name: Syn
Character Type: Assassin The cold winter wind nipped harshly at any revealed sliver of skin to its icy fingers. But the woman ignored it and instead focused on the subject at hand.
Jackson Leon Marceil
Age: 42
Height: 5'8
Blood type: AB
Noticable Characteristics: None
The stats ran through Syn's mind as she followed him carefully at a safe distance taking the calm an steady walk of a padestrian. At first glance Jackson seemed to be a mild mannered man. His appearance was medicore at best. His face was a life-time of sorrow and joy, the wrinkles cutting deep into his face and telling of past hardships. Willful greying black strands of hair fell in a carefully coifed hairstyle that brought out fading blue eyes. Nothing seemed to be important about this man. Nothing seemed the least out of the ordinary.
But then again, you should never should judge a book by its cover.
Some are blessed by the heavens with peace, happiness, and love. Unfortunatly for little Jackson he wasn't one of those people. With a run-away mother and a father deep in his cups to drown his everyday sorrows it fell to Jackson as the oldest of five children to take up the mantle as man of the house. There was no time for education, no time for play, and the comforts of childhood toys. And leaving only the laden chains of adulthood.
What else could he do? Let his family fall into a downward spiral? Let his brothers and sisters fall prey to the very thing he was trying to advoid: starvation? No, better he give up a little to save alot.
So it seemed almost like a blessing when in his worst times a friend introduced him to what would become his other family. The Italian Mafia.Sample Taken From "Death Note" RP/ Under the Silver Moon Guild Character Name: Faye
Character Type: Detective As the the voice played over the town in what could be real time. Fate's brain almost overflowed with the information that it took in. But amongst all the equations, mathamatics, and just plain startling realizations. One thought continued to echo in her mind.
What L started hasn't finished.......its started again
But who was this Greed, as the new Kira called himself. Who was the one that continues Kira's rein of terror. Though Fate knew that she should be afraid or even terrified of this new 'Kira', she found her self intead curious and intriged.
Smiling to herself as she stood up from her crouch and moved to her lab top computer and brought up a screen featuring the word fate splayed across a infinate symbol, Fate hacked into the news system and began to record, "You? Making us pay?" Here Fate chuckled softly almost in pity, " I feel almost sorry for you, breaking others like you would a unfavored toy just for your satisfaction, almost like a child having a tantrum"
" You will never succeed in your goals, for where ever you strike, I will be there right on your tail.....until I find you....." Fate grinned widely with gleeful abandon, " For where L had failed......I will succeed!"
Leaning close to the screen almost as if she could see Greed through it Fate then said, " Your defeat......Will be your ultimate Fate!" Sample Taken from: 'A Stor Mor Chroi' RP Character Name: Sirius Devont James
Character Type: Student / Artist Coming awake from his slight doze at the sound of a chair scrapping against the tiled floor Sirius brushed back a straying dread and gave a relaxed yawn and he straightened from his eased repose in search of the cause of the sound.
Seeing only the turned back of the teacher as she wrote the day's assignment for those that were to come Sirius rubbed tired eyes and dug into the crumpled form of his backpack in search of one of his prized possessions.
A wide black leather-bond drawing notebook.
Showing the markings of age and having the vague scent of the vanilla cigarettes that he was prone to smoke from time to time, this drawing notebook was one of the first that he had ever gotten. The physical form of a repented soul.
He wasn't always like his is now. He wasn't always the relaxed and teasing individual that all had come to know. Before....well, the best way to describe himself back then was.....lost. He was.....
Bitter.
What person would not be when the very act of your birth was a day of damnation to those close to you and a curse to those you had never known?
His father.....he didn't really know his father. And to be honest...he never wanted to know. He was the one that started all of his mother's sorrows...and his in the end. Meeting his mother when she was in the naive age of eighteen still studying in college for her profession he gently began wooing her and charming her with smiles and empty promises.
And his mom though a adult in form but still childish in her way of her fairy-tale thoughts of romance and grander, believed everything that came from the snake's mouth.
All seemed well at first.
They were married, they created a home together, they had a little boy to care for and coddle. But something just seemed to slowly go wrong. He began coming home later and later from his 'important' job. He left at unexplained times and gave unexplained answers. Until.....she found out. She found out that their enclosed company of three....was in fact six.
Another wife. A son. A little girl on the way.
He was living a whole other life while still trying to keep theirs a secret. At the time he was only six years old when it happened. He could remember the yelling, the sound of shattering glass and the inner anger of vague understanding. But mostly....he could remember the expression that his.....sperm donor had as he walked out their door.
It was....smug. It was almost mocking as he walked out the door with only this as a goodbye, "You were just a distraction to pass the time"
It was too much for his mother's ideals. Growing up as she did with the thought that all marriages are sacred, she could feel the once firm ground seem to degrade and decay. So she did the only thing she could do to get over it.
She invested herself in her work. From the early morning to the late night she worked almost non-stop to reach her inner ambition. There was no time to think. There was no time to reflect.
Just the way she wanted.
While she buried herself in her work he just sort of coped. Who was he to force his mom away from the only thing that numbed the pain. Who was he to stop her when her work was the only thing that supported them. And who was he to say no.....when he wished that he could do the same.
So he simmered.
He enclosed he hurts and pains on the inside. He hid his secret sorrow from the world's greedy and unsympathetic eyes. In a way.....he sort of just turned off. Nothing could touch his inner haven. Nothing penetrated his thorned walls. He could see people pass and people saw him. But no one could touch him.
He stayed like this for three years in this almost zombied state until...it happened.
There wasn't really any reason why it happened. It was just a normal day after school. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and all that 'beautiful world' crap. But he just....exploded. The anger that he had been hiding and covering up just finally erupted in one fatal blow. And in that instant....his mom finally noticed her child's lonely state.
There were tears on his mother's part and powerful silences on his but in the end they came to a conclusion. Someone needed to bend and someone needed to change. It took years for their relationship to get any better. Their shared words causing many a fight and several hurt feelings.
But the real thing that helped was his art.
He had always like drawing and sketching. Making the pencil bend to his will, making the shading darker or lighter to show the feel of the art. It allowed him to speak when no words could compare. It showed the world that lay before his eyes for all to see. It relieved him in a way.
In the end....things worked out okay. They moved to another town. His mom still worked late but with the understanding that she would never let it take over her life again....and he....would try to talk more about what he felt. And slowly they reached a point in their relationship that they became almost like close friends.
Taking the navy band from around his wrist and using it to keep any stray dreads that may dare to inhibit his vision he settled the notebook against his bended knee and he began to draw.
The lines were rounded and soft almost hazy in its depth. The sun blazed out amongst this in bold brilliance. Slight forms that vaguely resembled children at play. And a sketchy relaxed form that stood out in broad contrast that rebelled against the movement and strong lines.
His beach scene come to life.Sample taken from: Sinful Absolution Guild - 'Stars At Sunrise RP' Character Name: Azeal
Character Type: Mecha System Reboot in 00:56:00 mins.
Checking System Diagnostics.... 'Crap...'
He hated when this happened. This semi-state of being and helplessness. He couldn't move, he couldn't blink. All he could do was sit there like a broken toy and wait until his inner workings started to repair themselves, as they slowly made their way through every crevice of his body while he laid there and watched. He couldn't block anything at this point. Every little dirty memory or deed was searched out and destroyed or repaired depending on what his own systems decided what he needed or what he should have. That was the bad thing about being a first Gen. Mecha. Not really that much control, not even of yourself.
Fingers curled and straightened without his mind's consent before tightening into a fist and finally relaxing. Eyelids blinked rapidly over slowly rolling eyes, their path sweeping the area but unseeing before settling down in their still and blank state. Toes curled in the tight leather casings of shoes and legs bend slightly before settling again. A strong chest rose and fell slowly, the breathes coming easily and smooth, the only constant as his body checked his functions.
It made him feel like a puppet on strings. He hated when this happened. Though he knew that it was something that was basically there to make sure that he stayed 'alive' and well. And as such should be glad of it. It still never failed to remind him the real reason that this system check was instated in the first place: To make sure that their little play-thing was still able to fight on the battlefield.
System Reboot in 00:35:00 mins.
System Diagnostics Complete.
Checking System Memory.... Behind cold grey eyes a dull light could be seen. The light itself not of recognition or even one of coming awakening but of a 'machine' checking deep into its stores.
Memories, some good and some bad, flashed quickly through his mind. Their speed so great that a mere mortal wouldn't be able to make sense of its subject matter. But he could see it. He could see it all. And though he didn't want to experience any of it again he couldn't help but torture himself with those visions like some kind of interested spectator. Like it was a horrible accident on the side of the street. He wanted to turn away and yet his eyes made their way back to its horrible carnage.
'I must be a masochist'
But beyond his memories of blood and death. He could vaguely see a girl. He remembered a little girl. Short shaggy hair the shade of corn silk, shining green eyes, a dirt smudged rounded face, a laughing smile. He remembered that at the time he was in another country. The streets were dusted heavily with poverty and sickness. But this girl...she...even while she and her family and friends were slowly dieing. She....she had called him pretty.
".....If I am going to die, I want you to be the one to kill me mister! I think I would be happy if I died by someone as pretty as you!"
Her words. So sadly mature and wise for her age was still spoken with a strange innocence. It was...the only time he had ever hesitated to kill. Even before the army had installed that chip in his head for instant obedience. Even when people pleading for a easy death was a every day occurrence...he still hesitated. He couldn't....but he did. She...she was going to die anyway. If it wasn't by his hands then surely by another. But still...System Reboot in 00:21:00
System Memory Corrupted.
Repairing... That didn't...it didn't make it different somehow. Because even though he killed her in mercy of a sort. The feeling...no the more accurate term would be, what he didn't feel. What he didn't feel. He...even when the job was done and he could hear the cries of her last remaining friends struggle to get to where she lay bleeding on the ground. Even while with she whispered a breathy 'thank you' with her last remaining breathe. He didn't feel anything. He...System Reboot in 00:10:00
System Memory Repair Complete. ...didn't care. At the time all he could vaguely remember was analyzing his chances of hitting his next target from a 100 kilometer range. The trajectory needed to hit at least two targets at once to save ammo. How many clips he had left and if his knife needed to be sharpened again. System Rebooting in 00:03:00 He really didn't need this. He really needed to forget this. He was different than he was then. He didn't need to obey anyone any more. And it wasn't as if something like that wasn't normal. Something like that happened all the time back then.System Rebooting in 00:02:00 Then..why? Why was that the only real occurrence like that that stuck deep inside of his mind? Why was that the only occurrence that stayed a constant back in the depths of his brain...even when he tried to forget? Even when he had given people that were far more deserving a more grim and morbid death than that.System Reboot in 00:00:00 "I really hate when that happens...." Sample from: "A little peice of heaven" Rp Character Name: Kain Vaughn Aiden
Strangely Sane / Mad Man / Illusionist ATTENTION, ATTENTION. WILL ALL NEX PERSONAL PLEASE REPORT TO THE BIG TOP. ATTENTION, ATTENTION. WILL ALL NEX PERSONAL PLEASE REPORT TO THE BIG TOP. ITS TIME FOR THE BONFIRE....AND A LESSON.
'Hmm, a lesson? Haven't had one of those little talks in a while....wonder what's with Milo' Kain thought as he sought to pull another cigarette from his coat pocket and he watched as the lion-tamer's lean form passed him by as he began on his way to the bigtop himself.
'Looks like he's not going to be able to get that little nap he wanted...he did say that he was tired....'
Then snorting after realising the small grain of concern for the other man that had ran throught his mind, Kain lit the stick with his engraved silver lighter before snapping it closed with a quick flick of his hand as he took drag on what had to be his third cigarette of the day. He really should stop smoking those things. Smoking that many in one day, or night as the case may be, just screamed bad habit not to metion that it was just plain bad for his health. Kain took another puff on the cancerous stick, this time letting the smoke linger in his lungs for a moment and allowing it to burn any still healthy tissue at its inner walls before releasing the smoke again.
Right...
'Like little things like 'bad habits' and 'good health' ever stopped me before...'
For one thing the cigarette soothed his state of mind. Somehow the flavor, though smoky and dark, calmed him and in turn helped relax his muscles after a hard day or even helped him think when things just became too much. Then again...most addictions probally feel that way to others who dwell in them.
Still vaguely thinking about the pros and cons of addictions in general as he came upon the big top Kain strayed near the edges of the gathering group of carnies before giving the others a small grin in greeting and promptly ignoring them. He was sure that the others wanted to be here for this as much as he did.
'Which isn't that much...'
So he thought it best to keep to himself, not that he was ever one to really search for some easy conversation. Kain lifted a hand to lift a finger and scratch idly at his cheek at a slightly flaky strip of skin. He could still feel the small splatters of blood lingering on his face and the irritating itch of the coppery substance under his fingernails. He hadn't really had any time to wash up...
"Ah, too late now, much too late..." Kain murmured sing-songly to himself as he crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his right leg while he waited for their little 'meeting' to begin and letting his mind wander as he wondered in a quiet voice, "Hmm, the stains on my coat are going to set in....maybe lemon juice will help...then again I've heard that ginger ale does just as well...white is such a bother sometimes..."~ Post Inbetween ~ "Hmm, what's this?" Kain muttered to himself as he was firmly distracted from his thoughts of cleaned white coats when he saw the ringleader lead...well more like drag...a small boy into the middle of the circle before the kid in turn fell to his bottom with a almost soundless thump.
'Familiar, familiar, I've seen him before~' Kain thought with vague curiosity as he looked over the rounded features of the blond-headed kid.
'Sandy brown hair, greenish blue eyes....Ah! Yes, that's it!' The boy he had seen earlier after their little show with a broom....or was it a mop? Ah, he really should pay more attention to new people's faces after he's done 'playing'. What if he had thought he was 'taking care' of a little molester and he accidentally ripped him apart?
'Hmm, Milo would be upset to be sure. And that would be bad' Kain thought with a slight nod to himself, 'Very bad indeed'
And there besides was the fact that if the boy was still alive it must mean that he was an innocent..so if he did kill him...
'My neck would probably would met the business end of Milo's cleaver' Kain thought completely unconcerned with the thought of his imagined decapitation, 'Ah, no more smokes for me. Can't exactly smoke them if you don't have a head...or a mouth for that matter...to smoke it'
"What a sad cigarette-less life...not worth living I tell you..." Kain continued to mutter while he inhaled deeply of his beloved cancerous drug and his mind drifted into thoughts of other things you couldn't do without a head.
'No ties for one. That wouldn't be good at all....I have the most brilliant tie in royal purple...goes well with my complexion and everything...would be sad for it to go to waste...'~ Post inbetween ~ Sudden clarity came to his muddled mind in the form of one lion tamer entering the Big Top and moving to the outer edges of the crowd. Kain looked at the lion tamer with a strange intensity before removing the almost brunt out cigarette from his lips and looking down to his boots.
Before he could say that he had a set image of everyone in the big top. From Milo's righteous anger to Cake's sometimes childlike intensity, he always was able to fit each member of the group into that little spot in his mind made specially for that person...a category if you will. And Quincy...he had his own category too....or at least he did...until he invited him to see his beasts.
What he had seen.....what he sen was different from what he first perceived of the man. What he had seen in that man's face was so different from the cold expression that seemed common place on his face. Instead he had seemed almost tender...caring....strangely normal and natural. When he first accepted the invitation to see the lion tamer's pets he merely had used it as a way to forget...to distract...but what he found instead was much different than what he had thought of the man that he had firmly set in his category...and the touch...
Kain looked at the hand that carried the cigarette as though accusing it for having a mind of its own before giving out a slight sigh and replacing the stick to his mouth and glancing at his boots again. What was he thinking when he did that...he didn't go out of his way to touch people...that just wasn't something he did. At the time all he could think of was that he needed to thank Quincy in some way for showing him something that was obviously precious to him and...
'Why am I thinking of this...stupid...why..'
His eyes falling half-mast Kain allowed his mind to drift again.
'Ah, being headless probably wouldn't be that bad though...no headaches or even migraines. You wouldn't have to worry about picking out a hat for Sunday either...always did have trouble finding the right hat for me....hmm...never was one for hats though...'
The mindlessness wouldn't completely take, its once well trodden road becoming dim and shady. And all because this one thought hovered over the surface as green shaded eyes briefly took in the somehow huddled form of the lion-tamer:
'He looks...like he's all alone...' Sample from: "Angeli e Demoni" RP
Character Name: Durante
Character Type: Demon / Incubus
Delicious.
The soft bending of a human's control the soft haze that lingered in his victims eyes as he corrupted their minds with their every hidden desire. The surrendered parting of their lips as he promised them stolen kisses.
It was almost too easy.
Humans were weak creatures. The quickly gave up their will for his in their haste to reach their inner desires. All he had to do way smile a certain way. Slant them a certain look with 'lustful' amber eyes and they were his forever. His ever willing slave. But even he had to admit that sometimes he grew.....
"Bored" Durante murmured to himself as he idly lifted a single golden coin that was but one of the many that littered the floor of the many treasures that he collected over the years. A testament to many years of life that he had walked the earth.
The treasures came in many shapes, sizes, and variations of designs. But in the end they were all the same. Just like those that created them. The would forever be the same.
His distant pleasure at the 'meal' that he just had a few minutes ago was gone in his turn of meloncony thoughts. Scowling at the very coin that he had been rolling idly across his fingers Durante instead threw it far away from him and toward the entrance of the cave.
Watching the progress of the coin with a dark frown as it rolled from out of the lanterns glowing reach and out the entrance Durante sensed a presence. It was strange. It tingled on the bare edges of his senses just out of reach of his 'sight'. A powerful presence that was the match to his and yet the same. It wasn't tainted or corrupted in any way, it was.....
Pure.
"Interesting"
~Several Posts Inbetween~
"I think you're greatly mistaken, dear..." Durante murmured sweetly as his eyes scanned over a large mass of clothing, a collection of fabrics that he started many years ago. Its no secret that the demon enjoyed the finer things, the pomp and glitter that came from wealth and refinery.
It's something that was breed into him in his mortal years, and furthered in his immortal ones. A echo if you will of a rich man. But there's a slight difference between the him of then and that of now: Now he held all of his possessions even tighter than before.
And Crescentius was no different. Just another bauble to straighten and put to right.
"You do need my forgiveness...." Durante continued in a smooth and easy tone as he drew out a pair of pants, black as night and heavy of silk, from the pile and pulled them upon his lean and slender form, "For you see...I'm the only one that you can really turn to."
This was no lie, no form of sweet and tender venom to taint the other's world with doubt. It was but the brutal truth, one that was about to become even darker as the fallen angel's words reached his ear, he then let out a uncaring laugh and added to them.
"Bound to me and to this mortal Earth..." Durante said with great amusement as he matched the silken pants with a gunmetal shirt, a perfect compliment to his own icy gray eyes, and then turned to retrieve some shoes and a tie to hold back his hair, "Like a drowning man without a prayer?"
Then thinking upon his choice of words Durante's laughter rang out again, "Prayer? What a thing to say~ I don't think prayer is the right word to describe the situation, don't you think?"
"Maybe...'without divine intervention'?" Not even pausing to receive an answer Durante finished fitting the shoes upon his feet as he stood in front of a silver gilded mirror and inspected his appearance.
The shirt was flowing, almost breezy. The material itself light enough that you could almost see the corded muscles underneath. The pants were form fitting yet loose enough so that he could bend and move about easily. The effect was subtle yet eye catching and pleasing to the senses. Overall he looked...
"...elegant and ready for a night on the town. Perfect." Durante murmured to himself as a confident smirk ran upon his features, "It always pays to be at your best~"
Finishing the the effect with a carelessly tightened leather throng, that made his ebony locks spill into a slightly messy yet elegant sprawl, Durante then turned his attention fully towards the angel's direction, "Don't wait up, Hon~"
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 1:01 pm
||Characters Played|| Slave
Master
Vampire
Student
Teacher
Detective
Drug Addict
Drug Dealer
Illusionist
Mad Man
Assassin
Ninja
Elf
Artist
Demon
Angel
Mutant
Mercenary
Mecha
Soldier
Musician
Writer
Uke
Seme
Seke
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 1:06 pm
|| Rules ||
Don't look at me like that! For something like this there has to be rules. If there were not basic guidelines set down at the start that's when people make other's mad and then Little Elli-chan has to break the fight up with her powerful 'words' of rightousness. So yeah, you have to have rules.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 6:32 pm
||Annocements || Okay, so you may have noticed that there has been no movement in this thread at all. And its mostly because I'm kinda in a moving situation and the only place I can get my internet fix is a a local Micky-D. BUT FEAR NOT!
I really, REALLY, shall try to pick this forum back up. Just....giving me some time okay? In the mean time I still check this topic from time to time so just...post something and I'll try to help to the best of my abilities.
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