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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 2:22 pm
 So you're wondering what's going to happen to the wolf pups from the Valentine's RP Breeding contest. Well, if you have an eligible recruit, then you have the chance to purchase one of the pups for your character!
There will be anywhere from 3-5 pups available (depending on the outcome of the Breeding contest), which can be purchased for 5k each by the winners. The winners will be determined in two ways: first few winners will be selected based on the below prompt (number selected depending on how many responses we like), and the rest of the winners (if any spots are left) will be randomnized from the remaining entries. If you participate in the Breeding contest, you can still enter this flaffle; but if you receive a wolf pup as the winner of the RP contest, you will be taken out of the flaffle.
Since nobody knows know what the wolf pups will look like until after Valentine's, you have the option of dropping out of the flaffle if you decide that none of the wolf pups are suitable for your character. But if you have an eligible recruit (participated in Firearms 101 and actively posting at least once a week in another RP), then you should still enter in case you do like the wolf pups. If your recruit is not of age, it's not a problem - you can change his/her age should you win and decide to keep one of the wolf pups.
The flaffle submissions will close at midnight on Valentine's Day, so all responses must be posted by then. Winners and runner-ups will be chosen in case some of the winners choose not to take any of the wolf pups. The prompt will be judged on originality and/or a touching response, but it cannot exceed 500 words. To enter the flaffle, submit the following in this thread:[b]Recruit:[/b]
[b]Active Roleplay(s):[/b] (not including Firearms 101)
[u][b]PROMPT[/b][/u]
[b]What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.[/b]
[b]Word Count:[/b] A new requirement has been added to participate in this Flatsale. You must semi-actively participate in the BONDING RP to qualify to win a wolf pup from this Flatsale.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 4:51 pm
Recruit: Russell SteeleActive Roleplay(s): (not including Firearms 101) DSSG - Drill Sergeant Support GroupLoungingPROMPT What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.Seeing the couples just made him sick. It wasn't that he hated being reminded that he was alone, but that he had to remember what he had at one time. So he closed himself off, remaining in the barracks for as much as possible and closing out all else in the world when he was required to leave. Yet, he found, ghosts are far harder to shut out. Her sweet voice writhed in him, eating him from the inside out. 'Russ, what are we doing for V-day this year?' "Sulking," he replied, eyes trained on his hands, fearing that if he looked up he would see her sitting there, smiling at him innocently, lovingly. 'Well, that's no fun. We used to have so much fun. We'd get stuff from the City through our parents, sit on the mountainside and watch the sunset; giggle and hide from the teachers and Drill Sergeant.' "Well, whose fault is it, E? I would have left, would have followed you anywhere…" Russell cut himself off, aware that his voice was tightening. He would not cry. Followed me where and to what ends? You belong there. It was better for the both of us-' "Did you love me?" His voice was quiet, cutting through the air like a sharp knife, cutting through the illusion. There was silence; his innermost voice that contained her wasn't even sure. All the times that they had slept together, cuddled, told one another that they did, in fact, love one another meant nothing. The voice couldn't respond. "I was going to ask you to marry me. When I got the letter, I- I still wanted to. I could've settled for a million things and never been unhappy. I would have." 'I didn't want you to settle.' He growled slightly, "You didn't want a lot of things, apparently." There was silence, and he dared to look up from his hands, to glance at the room. There was no apparition with brown curls and dark eyes, and, for that, he was thankful. His eyes fluttered closed, attempting to relax, though they snapped open at the sound of something scraping across the floor. He got up from his bed, blinking at the envelope on the floor. A quick note had been tossed under as well 'Said Urgent – Delivered ASAP' in the handwriting of one of his friends. Russ picked them both up, feeling the envelope weigh heavily in his hands. Meandering back to his bed, he tore it open with some difficulty, dropping the tattered remains of the envelope on the bed. Her handwriting, loopy, decorative, silly formed the page. 'Russ,
Her name is Meagan. This is hers, and this is mine.
Love,
E' The 'hers' was inside of the folded up letter, music for a song called Meagan's Lullaby. The 'mine' was a necklace, a detailed feather charm hanging from the chain. He had seen that feather a million times over the years around Eliza's neck. He couldn't have asked for more. Word Count: 500
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:50 pm
Recruit: Jashua Aldon
Active Roleplay(s):
DSSG
PROMPT
What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.
Valentines. It was always a holiday for couples, lovers, people who have someone special. Never for the odd woman out. Sure, we all did those class room Valentine’s parties when we were little, but the holiday never really held any importance until we were older. When we had people we loved, even for those who couldn’t keep a steady relationship. In a way it even held an importance for me, I’m a romantic, I always have been, hopelessly so. But I never had anyone to share that holiday with, I’ve always been one of the guys, odd-woman-out, no one ever thought I might want a valentine as well. So I changed my plans, I gave up on nights in shining armor, I surrendered my dreams of Him coming to me on that special holiday and asking me to be his to reality. I focused on my studies, on my school life; I expended my social circles and made fun of the Jocks and Preps to tie over the time and keep my head out of my dreams.
But all that’s changed now.
In retrospect I should have seen it from the start, it’s a cliché story after all. I’ve known him since we were little, we had day care together, but then I was pulled out and we lost contact. Years passed, I still remembered him as my playmate, as my only friend in that god-forsaken place. Even though it’s a small town I never expected to see him again.
Sixth Grade, picture day. There’s this guy in front of me shouting across the Auditorium to his friend. I’ve got a headache and I’m in a rather foul mood, I tap him on the shoulder and ask him if he would “Kindly shut the ******** up.” He’s about to respond, but he stops and looks at me for a minute. Then he says my name, a question more than a statement. I glare at him, anger still throbbing in my head “And who the ******** do you think you are?” Sarcastic, rude, I regret that now. He explains, I remember, my foul mood forgotten. We stayed friends of course for three more years, Ninth grade came. There was a food fight, he protected me, shoved me under the table before I could get hit, once things quieted a bit he took my backpack and walked me to class. The next day he asked me out, no guy had ever done that before. I panicked and turned him down, and regretted it for days on end. A year later he left his jacket in my car, and when I found it by scent I knew I had to ask him out. My friends helped me work up the courage, I wrote him a note, he wrote back, agreeing. Approaching one year now.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve already got the best Valentine’s present ever, someone to spend it with. I’ve never been high-maintenance, just a dreamer.
Word Count: 500
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 11:15 pm
Recruit: Kaela Hart
Active Roleplay(s):
[ORP] Lounging
[PRP] Defeating the Homework Monster
Aaaaaaand I think Butterfly and Academy Halls died...
PROMPT
What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.
And somewhere while you're sleeping
Someone else is dreaming too
And counting down the days until
They hold you close and say "I love you"...
All I want is that special someone with whom I can twine my destiny, to whom my soul is forever bound, and for whom I am waiting still. Someone who can wipe away the tears of loneliness, protect me, hold me close. The one with whom I will not be ashamed to share that long, sweet kiss at the altar and an eternity of love thereafter.
Word Count: 91
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 7:47 pm
Recruit: Amber Bolin Active Roleplay(s): What have I done...?PROMPT What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.For the longest time, I despised Valentine's Day; I watched my friends get hurt by their dates, watched people fight over someone, and I've seen people become closer. I was one of those ones who would always get hurt on Valentine's Day...
At least, that was before I met Billy.
My father died while he was at work (as a miner, one can guess), my mother died soon after (possibly a broken heart), and my brother became deathly ill before he passed away. I was always alone; I had no friends in school and my cousin was always off with her friends. I lived in my room, drawing and writing a fantasy when someone would come to my rescue and love me the way I wanted to be loved. I never thought that would happen...
My cousin married and moved out of the house, I went with her and helped her to repair it. Days were long and tiring, but we made it beautiful. That's when Billy entered into my life. He wasn't drop-dead handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. I did my best to keep away from him; I always was afraid of strangers, but he got hold of me. He called me beautiful and said all the wonderful things I only dreamed of hearing. I was happy for the first time in a long time. Then he asked me to date him. I was weary at first; I had been though a bad relationship not too long ago and I didn't want to get hurt again, but something in me said 'yes' and on day three we said 'I love you' to each other.
Now I leave him behind to pursue this career as a Wolfrider. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do...to tell him that I would be leaving for a long time. I saw the devastation in his eyes, the worry, the hurt...it killed me to say good-bye to him. He wrapped his arms around me, held me close, and said, "I'll be waiting for you; no matter what happens, I will always love you."
And so you ask me what my perfect Valentine's Day present would be and I say to you this: I want to spend one day with the man I love; to hold him and love him as I always have...to tell him that I love him and I think of him every moment I'm alive...to tell him that I want him by my side forever and always. I could not ask for anything more than that. No chocolates will satisfy my hunger to see him, no poem will satisfy my need to hear his voice, and no glitter or gold will sway my eye as he does when he walks to me. For I live for him and only him.
"I love you, forever and always...and much long after." Word Count: 468
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 2:35 pm
Recruit:Aspen Bard
Active Roleplay(s): The Wall It isn't to active though Breakfest New!
PROMPT
Oh god, he had forgot that today was Valentine’s Day. Aspen stood in the dining hall looking at little heart things and giggling groups of girls holding letters and boxes of things that about made him want to toss his stomach. So much noise all around, it was a wonder this twittering morons were in the academy with all of their limbs still attached, there must have been a fluke in the training if it allowed such morons past the tests to stay here. Finally finding the corner table free he set his tray down and started eating getting annoyed more and more as time ticked by. He was not even half way through his meal when a box and envelop landed on his table, the box was pretty large and he could clearly see his name written there in a beautiful penmanship.
He looked at it and glared before glancing around but he saw no one looking in his direction so with a sigh he pushed his food away to pull the package to him, looking at it he opened the box first and pulled out a pitch black wolf with jade green eyes; it had a devilish lop sided grin to it and he looked a bit scruffy but happy. Aspen was a little surprised and looked around but still he saw no one looking his way so he opened the envelop and glanced at the letter inside reading line after line of words and warm phrases.
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To my love:
I’ve watched you from afar for quite awhile, I recall the day your father died; you stared with a blank face at the master asking if that was all and would like to get back to your meal; to everyone it looked like you didn’t care but I watched you after seeing you sit and cry silently for a moment before getting up and heading back.
I give you this plush toy in hope dreams reach the surface and you open just a bit to those around you not just your wolf when you get it.
You are my love and secret.
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There was no signature but it left Aspen feeling for the first time, shocked and a little happy. Looking at the plush wolf he tapped its black velvet nose and laughed as its eyes seemed to flash as if it was going to bite him for daring to touch it. Looking up he checked for onlookers but seeing none he placed the toy back in the box and picked everything up he then walked and tossed his food leaving the loud clamoring hall for his dorm room and only when the door was closed and locked did he take the toy out once more and stared at it. He returned the toys devilish and sly grin before setting it on his shelf the letter tucked between its forelegs. This would be his secret, no way would he tell a soul about the stuffed toy.
Word Count: 500
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Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 5:57 pm
Recruit: Cassadaine Stephens Active Roleplay(s): (not including Firearms 101) What Have I done...?PROMPTWhat would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member.The perfect Valentine's gift... the thought made Cassadaine scrunch up her nose in contemplation for a moment before with a tilt of the head she grinned. "Anything from someone who cared would do." Seeing the scowl on her older brother's face, Cassadaine stuck out her tongue before continuing. "If its another article of clothing...I could take it with me so I don't forget the person...or if its a necklace or something of the sort I could wear it always to keep that person close. But if its something big and furry well...that's up for debate. All in all...I don't really care what I get for Valentine's as long as its given freely and from the heart." Word Count: 120 words
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 10:23 pm
Recruit: Eustace Vinarin Active Roleplay(s): DSSGPROMPT What would be the perfect Valentine's gift for you to receive? The gift can be from a lover, friend, or family member. What would be the perfect Valentine's gift? I suppose you'd want me to answer with some material garbage about roses and heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. I advocate that no amount of frilly words or chocolate will make a day truly special. For one, you can have all the cards in the world and still have no feeling behind it. For another, although chocolate causes the release of endorphins -which cause happiness or lack of pain in a person- it does not change the value of chocolate eaten on any other day. What makes it special are your experiences. Last Valentine's Day began as any other day would. Life was the same droll, oddly humorous thing that it always had been. I considered the holiday frivolous and without merit but to make those unfortunate singles feel worse about themselves. My assumption was, of course, result of my own contempt for being so dreadfully alone.. Most co-workers had wished me a happy day and continued about their business, talking amongst themselves about what their significant others had bought for them. Others joined me in my despisal and worked in a rather gloomy enviornment until the day was finally over. I clocked out a little early, feeling quite satisfied that I'd lasted so long without breaking one of those ridiculous singing stuffed animals. The slight drizzle that had started a few minutes before had little effect on my mood. I was just happy to be leaving. I walked to my car to find one of those sugary pink and red cards and a long-stemmed red rose clipped underneeath my windshield wipers. My first impulse was to throw them both on the ground, back out of my parking spot, and then repeatedly run over them with my '98 Chevorlet Tracker. But, due to fatigue and the pitiful hope that I wouldn't be single anymore, I placed the rose in the passenger seat and read the card while my car was heating up. Since the card was for me, I threw away all my holiday prejudices. It was one of those home-made cards and had probably taken a good hour or two to make. It was soaking wet and the writing was indistinguishable. So, with little hope of finding out who sent it, my enthusiasm left. Meaning, it was time for me to drink away my woes. I stopped off at a bar, not really caring which one. When I arrived, I was the picture of every depressed single on Valentine's Day. I was soaking wet and without an umbrella. And then a man walked in. I'd assumed he was another single and ignored him, but he took a seat in the stool next to mine and said in an astonished voice, "You came. I can't believe it." He was a co-worker, one of those who spent the day grumbling behind their desks. To sum it up, the perfect Valentine's Day gift for me was to live out a life-long fantasy: kissing in the rain. Word Count: 500
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