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 Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 10:20 pm
I'm really in the mood for original character RP right now... And I need 861 gold to get a Black Pearl Vinyl Strap Top...RULES: Pretty much just follow the guild rules and the general Gaia rules. Be nice; I haven't really seen any flaming in this guild, but really keep in mind that everyone is entitled to an opinion and if you don't agree, that's fine. There's no reason to get all worked up about something, unless someone is outright insulting/harrassing you. In which case you should report it to the guild leaders. Remember, also, that we were all newbies at some point.
Please use original characters. Personally, I prefer it, and it calls for more imagination. You're not just remembering how someone would react to a situatuation, you're inventing it. There's no need to post character bios, preferably just give a brief description in your introduction. If you don't have an original character or would really prefer to play the role of an anime character, please announce such in your first post in paranthases (example: (I'm playing Eiri Yuki!))
If your role-play with another Gaian starts to get a little romantic, keep it on the more family-friendly end of the rating scale in the thread. Anything more needs to be kept strictly to PMs.
Please take the time to check your spelling, punctuation, capitalization, etc. Please proof-read your posts before submitting to make sure that the sentences will make sense not only to you but to the reader. This isn't mandatory, but I'd like you to please make sure it's well-written if you can. Please keep chat speak like AFK, BRB, and LOL to a minimum, and try to avoid replacing parts of your words with numbers and symbols for shortening (as in, please avoid saying things like "Every1 listen ^ I have an announcement 4 u!") It just looks nicer if you type things out and take the time to fix things up before posting, and makes for a better first impression.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 10:21 pm
SETUP: The cafe on the corner is named "Dead Beat" (-thinks this up randomly- -koffkoff- Ignore the crappiness of that name...), and there's a painting on the window to the left of the door of a beatnik writing poetry as he soaks in a cup of coffee as though it's a jacuzzi. The place is a common hot spot for artistic teens and young adults. In the painted window is displayed the opening and closing times throughout the week, and when the stage is available for "Open Mic", when patrons can step up and read their poetry, sing songs, or whatever else they might like to do to express themselves artictically.
On the other side of the door, which is set back a bit from the sidewalk between the two windows, is a display of amateur paintings that are for sale. Another piece of paper taped to the window explains that the cafe sells the work of local artists. All money goes to the creators of the work, with only a two dollar fee for the showcasing.
Inside, there are two booths in the corners at the left of the room, large ones that stretch around to seat at least five people, and many smaller tables scattered about the room, some able to seat two people, some four. On the left wall is the stage, with the lights on; it's Open Mic day. On the right wall, near the door, is the bar, where some alcoholic beverages are sold, alongside all varieties of coffee and cocoa, with a selection of baked goods. On the left of the bar is a hallway that holds a coed public restroom and a payphone, and over the top of the doorway (in front of which hangs a curtain of red and orange beads) is a short starcase that leads to an indoor balcony, railed off, on top of the bartender's area. There are more seats up there, all is lit with a dim black light that causes the tiny stars painted in white on the ceiling to glow, and there's a good view of the stage below.
The bartender is a shy but friendly looking young man with brilliant crimson hair and vibrant emerald eyes; he;s short in stature and childish in demeanor. His ensemble consists of a black leather midriff-showing jacket with a white fur-lined collar that rests below his shoulders, a lacey, mid-thigh-length black skirt, and black knee-high high-heeled boots that are laced-up in the front with a translucent green ribbon. He leans against the bar casually, tapping green-painted fingernails on the countertop and skimming an Anne Rice novel.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:39 pm
((Hmsy...is this still open or...dead...ish o.o??
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