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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:42 am
Note: PR now stands for Prompt Responses. To me. In my little brain. Heheh. This is not an ORP or a PRP or a RP at all. Just... a one-sided affair. Now then. What the hell is Antigra up to now? She's offering something that may prove useful later on, be it in a flatsale or an actual island situation. I'm gonna practice making prompts, and you're going to practice answering them in this thread. Every 1-2 weeks, I'll change the "current" prompt. This will be the one I'm offering as a particular focus for the time period, and is the only one I'll really want posted at the given time. You may respond to it or any of the others, which shall be listed in tiny font in one of the following posts... but it is preferrable that you answer the current one only here while it is up, because that's part of the test. PLEASE. Answer the prompt with your character. These prompts may or may not take place on the island, but if they do, it will be obvious. Below is the current prompt you may answer (1000 words or less): Antigra It's a beautiful day outside. The shining sea, the rolling dunes, and the tropical forest are a sight to behold. It's terribly unfortunate you didn't have a choice in coming. Very recently you were told (albeit not nicely) that you're fated to become an animal. The bringer of bad news has left you alone in the village. How do you take the news? What will you do now? Who told you the island's secret?
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:44 am
Antigra You wake up one morning to find yourself lying outside on some sidewalk in your clothes. The street is deserted and the sky seems to be preparing for rain. As soon as you start to move to get up, you find a large rat sitting on your chest, squealing and digging its claws into you.
Where are you? How did you get out there? What will you do?
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:45 am
Reserved for FAQ (if needed)
YES! I can critique responses.
Please add that you wish for critique at the beginning of your post. Otherwise, I will skip over it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:53 pm
(i know it isn't very long....but you can critique my responce.)
Xellos rubbed his head slightly, sitting up on the sidewalk he moved slightly not likeing the feeling of the concreat on his back, trying to sit up he felt something on his chest....it wasn't to heavy but..now he could feel a sharp pain. Opening his eyes he screamed seeing a rat scratching on his chest he quickly tired to wack the rat off him. Hitting it hard he quickly stood up. "Oh, my, God....have I died?" Looking up and down the street, he started to calm down. "Why do these things happen to me?" He brushed himself off and looked to the ground seeing small wet spots...'just great...it's starting to rain'. His mind realed trying to remember how he got here, had the prision guards caught him and beat him just throwing him out of the cop car? No, his shackles where still on him and he didn't feel any road rash. Not wanting to get soaked he ran to the nearest tree to watch the rain fall and to get his bareings straight. No one seemed to be around, so it wasn't likely that he could ask someone where the nearest store or hospital was. He gently touched the scratches on his chest from the rat. "I now know why people wear shirts...." Sighing he sat down to think. What a way to start the day...
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 9:14 pm
Raven rubbed her eyes, just starting to wake up, when she hears a scratching noise.
"Oh that's Kayla, wanting to be fed." Raven thought to herself and opened her eyes to find a gray sky in a wide, black street. The worst thing was the huge rat on her, not because of it's appearence with it's sharp looking claws and huge size, but the fact that it might have rabies. Raven sho'd it away calmly to not prevoke it to bite, which it obeyed, thinking.
"I never should've went to that party last night." She stood up and looked at the street sign but her eyes were blurry, her glasses were gone. CRUNCH! Not as gone as Raven thought they were. Then Raven noticed the street was completely silent and empty the only thing she could hear was the crunch of pavement as she started walking and birds. "Must be two or three am to have awaken with no people around." She could barely think, her hangover was so bad. She walked unstedily to the street sign. She'd never find her way home now, at least on her own. She wouldn't have anyways, her hangover wouldn't let her think. So Raven waited, hoping, wishing, that someone would come. But as far as she knew, this was an empty street and no one would ever come and lead her home. Still she waited, in hope, for someone, anyone to come..... (I've honestly never written something like this so be nice on critiquing it.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:05 pm
((Feel free to critique me, I need all the help I can get))
One hazel eye slowly fluttered open as Maryke began to wake. Her breathing was heavy and she groaned as some of the light began to filter in through her half closed lid. She had a migraine the size of a small continent and the fact that her body was sore for some reason wasn't exactly helping. She grunted softly and then opened up both her eyes fully letting them adjust to the light. As soon as her orbs were at their fullest she saw something brown blocking her view. Something brown....and.....furry?
She screamed.
A rat! It was a freaking rat! She screamed again and scrambled like a crab, waving frantacally at the small creature to get away from her. The thing let out another small squeak and scurried off, leaving Maryke visibly shaking with her heart pounding around in her chest. She stood to her full height then, staring down at her hands as she watched them quiver as if she were cold. She gulped once and then looked back up towards the sky. Now that she was fully awake she saw that the sky was not as bright as she once thought it was. In fact it had a dull tone to it, almost greyish. Effin' Fantastic, she thought bitterly. Rain.
Letting out the tiniest whimper she wrapped her arms around herself and began to walk in an unknown direction as raindrops began to fall. She didn't where she was or how she had gotten there. But she knew one thing, that whoever did this to her was going to pay severly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 2:36 am
- Reserved for Prompt #1 critiques -
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:02 pm
(Please critique me mrgreen )
Sighed sitting on a large rock just outside the village. Things seemed to not be going so well for him. "Why do these things happen to me!!" He yelled though he hoped no one else would hear him out here. The woman who had told him the bad news about the island was strange looking herself. Thinking hard, he tried to remember her name. Looking into the sand he only remembered what she looked like...it was like she had a diveing suit on.
"Awen...that was her name." Looking up from the sand he looked to his arm where he had gotten the shot. Standing up he walked to the edge of the water and sighed. Could he swim away from the island, Probably not and even if he did make it, what would he look like when he started to change and who would accept him back on the mainland. What was he changeing into? He could only guess.. All he could do now is sit and wait and pray.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 1:23 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 4:59 pm
((Mmmm...Jema loves critiques. :3))
She could not believe what she had heard earlier today. Iona sat, plopped down, near the edge of a lake that bordered the village. Her knees were brought up to meet her chin and arms wrapped around them. Distress and confusion filling her mind and clouding her judgement.
He said I was to become one of them. An animal. Why me? Why an animal? What kind of animal? Why here and now? This all does not make any sense...
Iona's eyes glared out over the calm surface of the water. Had her father never sent her here, she would be at home withering away, instead of on this rock she was to call 'home'.
This is all just some figment of my mind that my illnesses have decided to create. That man did not have horns growing out of his head. He was not really even there. The only real people here are the doctors and myself. All a hallucination of my delusional mind.
She never did catch the illusionary man's name. If she ever saw him again, which she prayed she would not, she'd ask. Could not be to hard to find a man with horns and scales running around the island.
I will play along with them. I shall humor them and agree that the people are turning into animals....then all of this nonsense will go away and I'll be back home in a week or two.
She calmly stood up and swiped the dirt off her dress. Turning on one foot, she headed back in the direction to where the duplexes where. As she walked away, a tear rolled down her cheek. Deep inside, she hoped none of this was real.
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 8:38 am
((Critique is tasty~ <3))
The last time a deranged priest had run up to Fi and yelled in his ear about the Apocalypse and the Lord's revenge for all of our dreadful human sins, the man's unique sermon hadn't involved any lunatic ideas about Fi's impending descension into a primitive bestial form. Fi also recalled that the rest of his day had gone decidedly downhill from that point on.
(Although this, in fact, had little to do with the man of God, and everything to do with an open manhole, and the ensuing adventure to the ER with a broken ankle. )
"Sodding priests." Fi snorted after the man had run off again. "All just a bunch'er pissheads really."
Despite Fi's initial sentiments however, it was surprisingly difficult to dispute the claim that the inhabitants of the island Fi had found himself on were slowly being transformed into animals. Most likely because the priest that the maniacal screams had belonged to also happened to own a life-like pair of goat's legs and horns. The scene that Fi had witnessed when he first arrived (a bird-woman and man with tentacles having a heated debate about.. fish.) also seemed to make a little more sense now.
It had long since become apparent to Fi that he was not here for the reason that had originally been given to him, since this island was definitely nowhere near London, and his mother was definitely not patiently waiting here to be deported back to Romania.
Now seemingly alone in the village, Fi spent only a few moments thinking about these things before he simply shrugged his shoulders and began whistling some merry tune as he continued on his way down to the beach. If it was his time to transform into some hideous beast, then it was his time, and there probably wasn't a lot he could do about it.
((Hope it was alright to narrate Father Stewart's actions a little, for the purpose of this exercise. Tried to keep him IC. He doesn't seem to be taking the changes too well~ 8] ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 3:39 pm
(Can I get a Antigra Critique, please =3?)
The scenery around him was what some would consider paradise. It was a warm day, humid but not so much that it wasn't enjoyable, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Sadly, Marshall couldn't enjoy the topiary around him. On any other day he would, but today was...different.
He had just has an interesting conversation with a rather...colorful man. And by "colorful" I mean a rather boisterous, rather shady character, and by "interesting conversation" I mean Marshall had just spent the last 10 minutes being yelled at by him.
Marshall was sitting on a tree trunk that had fallen. Be it by human hands or simply the wind, it didn't matter. The once mighty tree was now being used as a seat for a young man to swim in his thoughts.
Marshall reached up, putting his hand gently on his sore neck. The man he had talked to, "Billy" if he wasn't mistaken, had had his...some thing around his neck just minutes earlier. It wasn't a hand, Marshall was sure of this. It was...Was it a tentacle? He wasn't sure, but the combination of being chocked by it and hearing that this "vacation" was permanent was enough to move the man out of his comfort zone.
"...An...An Animal..." Marshall whispered, looking at his hand. He couldn't help but wonder if he would maintain his fingers when it was all said and done. He let out a sigh, a strange feeling consuming him. He wasn't sure what it could be called, but he felt strangely...content. Maybe it meant he had gone mad, maybe it meant he was just a curious individual. But yes, contentment was the only word that fit.
Slowly he got to his feet, sliding his hands into his vest pockets. He heard the familiar "thwack" of his sandals as he walked towards the cafeteria. Perhaps, just maybe...This wouldn't be so bad.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:52 pm
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