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 Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:11 am
Stuck in Limbo?
Pretty much a thread designed for filling in those tedious but inevitable times during role-play where I am stuck either waiting for a response or approval. Just to keep myself in practice and motivated to write when I check back and find nothing new.
Criticism is appreciated for its value in improving my skills as a role-player.
Also, if there are any problems with this thread, please inform me. Paranoia demands I do a pre-emptive apology in case I test the rules without realizing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:58 am
Cold, faded photos,Yasu Tsubame  Darkness dancing in the passages, shadows playing on the walls; it was all so familiar. Even the fear rising in her throat as her own hands gripped her throat in desperation for air she was denying herself. But breathing would mean death and so survival demanded her lungs stop working for those few seconds. She could hear it, feel it and she could smell it. The very presence of that creature she could not see screamed danger to her. That she needed to hide and not move for fear it would find her too. Yes, it had found others. They were lying on the ground and she could see them through the slits of her closet doors, eyes permanently wide in the fright they had died feeling. Yasu's eyes reminding her that they were there, she gagged on bile that she could not bring up and then the sounds of the thing would suddenly stop. Her racking coughs ceased instantly as she heard one final snuffle before silence drowned her ears in noise.
Panicked, her gaze darted to each tiny gap giving her no view of the darkness that was hunting her. Her heart raced in her chest screaming at her to run, to flee as hiding was no longer an option. Her breathing quickened as air earlier denied desperately scrambled towards her lungs. Even though she knew what happened next that did not stop the terror from building until every inch of her body could feel it. Eyes were darting to movement that did not exist until resting on a dark spot just in front of the shutters. At first she thought it was one of the decorations she had hung there but she was so very wrong. She screamed immediately as shadow became a single red predator eye before millions pointed teeth exposed themselves in a cruel grin. She stumbled backwards, falling through the in-existent back of her closet before she clambered to two feet and ran as fast as she could. Without even realizing the dream had changed to a woodland setting, branches scratching her skin and catching her clothing. The shadow was right behind her. She did not need to look; she just knew that if she slowed down even a fraction she would be doomed. As dead as her partner, her family, her friends. Their wide eyes still haunting her as she ran.
Her single ray of hope was a light in the distance, her lungs burning with effort as she got agonizingly closer in what felt like hours. But she knew that place was safe and ran even as her muscles protested. Her salvation came as she stumbled into the sturdy wooden doors of a shack, completely ignorant of the pain it caused. She did not even notice the doors vanish behind her as she bent to catch her breath. She was safe or so she thought. When her lungs could process oxygen at a comfortable level she looked up only to realize her salvation was not the nicest of places. Strange sickly flesh coloured walls surrounded her with no doors or windows to present her with an escape. The foul stench of the thing she had fled from made her gag and stagger forward as she looked down to see pictures scattered over the floor like rejected presents. Despite repulsion racking her form, Yasu carefully plucked one of the photos from the ground. Standing almost in melancholy was a little girl and somewhere in her mind, the woman realized it was her. She gently traced a finger across her younger face, not even noticing the hand of shadow slowly wrapping around her shoulders until it was too late.
Yasu awoke with a gasp, sweat coating her as darkness greeted her eyes. The warmth of someone sleeping beside her was the only thing that stopped panic from taking hold as she slowly sat up in the bed she shared with her partner. For so long she had been having that same dream. The nightmare that inspired her most brilliant work. Yasu Tsubame, renowned artist. But even the media had not hunted down the event that triggered the horrifying nightmares Yasu never described, only painted. She wanted to know more or a part of her did but right now she just wished the dreams would stop. Absently she rubbed her shoulder as if freezing black tendrils still touched it. Vivid imagery was playing in her mind and asking that she paint. With one quick glance to her partner, checking if he was still asleep, she slipped out of bed and quietly moved to her work room. The lights were on instantly before she started working, bringing the demons of her subconscious to life on canvas. No doubt her publisher would be pleased. Yasu just wanted to sleep for once. "I've been dancing with nightmares
I'm playing with fear
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Caelum Lupus Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:58 pm
(( Sorry about interjecting, I just wanted to say I like the idea of this thread, I've never seen a solo before, so I find it really interesting. It made me come up with perhaps another idea for the discussion thread. What if we made a thread devoid of any pre-set story, simply one person starts it, and others may react with their own characters as they please? Anything mentioned in posts concerning the setting or the like is based on the way the roleplayer perceives it, then the next person to post takes from that and adds onto it, thus adding to the story and setting etc.
The beauty of it though is that it would work like a solo, people moving the story forward as they come and go, that way the story and events still live even if someone stops posting. Although what they contributed to the story would live on. It doesn't even have to make sense really, seeing as it wont be an official roleplay. Even if everyone but one person stops posting, that one person has reign over story advancement and their own characters, taking it in whatever direction they please. It something like the two word story, but on a roleplaying level. Does that make sense? I kind of rambled there, but thats just me working out my own thought process haha...what do you think? ))
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 10:45 pm
((I think that is a pretty cool idea. It reminds me of a game I use to play in drama at school which is pretty much the same idea but in a more basic form. Pretty much you just say one or two sentences (you can even stop mid sentence) of a story you make up on the spot before it goes to the next person until you decide to conclude it. So yeah, very similar just our one would be way more detailed.
They even played it on the Inkheart dvd.
As for the story in this thread, I will probably continue with it whenever I am bored. For now I have other things to do.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 11:50 pm
Caelum Lupus (( What if we made a thread devoid of any pre-set story, simply one person starts it, and others may react with their own characters as they please?))
I love this idea! And thank you Val for inspiring it!
I hope that we can continue to speak some about this and make it happen! Because a lengthy version of the two-word story sounds very fun!
3nodding
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 2:52 pm
((No problem. *bows* It does sound like a very entertaining idea.))
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 4:20 pm
Cold, faded photos,Yasu Tsubame Delighted chatter, the clinking of wine glasses. It was in all aspects a pleasant setting. Even the golden glow of lights made for the perfect happy radiance that would make any bystander think that this was just a pleasant art viewing. Most of the pictures in the gallery were modern work that you got or you did not. If you did not get it you usually thought it was a waste of space. But there was one set of rooms that made people move through quickly or slowly depending on their personal preferences. But there was one thing no one could deny; these paintings were perfectly clear in their subject. Said subject chilled onlookers deeper than their bones. There was something horrific and unnatural about each one that made even the most hardy horror fan wish to flee. Although they managed to feed on this adrenaline and move slowly throughout the rooms they still could not deny that they would be having nightmares tonight.
"I don't like it, it's creepy." one art collector commented to her wealthy husband with a pout to her voice as she dragged him away from the section of rooms that rarely had more than two people within them. The golden glow that was strong in the other rooms seemed to be dulled down in the very rooms Yasu watched, staring through the doorway like she too feared those rooms. They scare me too. She idly thought to herself not even aware of the crystal glass in her hand. One step was all she took before the strangest thing happened. The sound of her heel hitting the wooden floor echoed before drowning out the chatter of others. The sudden silence was a deafening roar of static as her gaze locked onto one of the paintings. The rooms that held her million dollar artworks seemed to darken almost to a moonless night as they swirled, disorientating the woman. It was like someone had placed the scene in a toilet bowl and flushed it and she felt understandably queasy as her eyes locked onto that one picture.
A little girl sat on a swing but she looked so terribly sad and alone. Like a child abandoned by her parents in the park. But everything else around that little girl twisted as the colours of the gallery wall drained into the painting before fading to black. Then a crooked grin spread across the dark figure growing there and Yasu found her breath caught in her throat as she went to scream to that little girl to run. She was about to try a second time when arms wrapping around her made her jump and nearly drop her wine glass. "Woah. Calm down my love. It's all right. They just don't get your art, that's all. No need for nerves." a voice soothingly told her as it rubbed her sides and Yasu realized it was her partner. He had taken her fear and anxiety over critiques which was usually her problem at such functions. Tonight had thrown in a whole new card game. Her nightmares were just that, bad dreams. But if they started occurring in her waking hours. How long would her sanity last?
Carefully she laughed, grasping her partner's hand gently as if she had been caught. "It's fine. They are kinda creepy anyway." she commented as if brushing off criticism while turning to face her partner. She could not help but make one last cautious glance to the painting, expecting to see a shadow behind the girl. But it was not there. At least for the moment. "Heeey! Yasu!" The couple were soon distracted by a trio smiling happily at the artist extraordinaire. The one to shout was a girl in her late teens dressed in the latest gothic lolita fashions with bright pink hair as she ran up nearly knocking Yasu's glass aside in her enthusiasm to giver her a hug. The artist laughed amusedly at her little sister returning the embrace while glancing to her mother and winking.
"Aiko, let Yastu go, you're strangling her." the one male of the group commented to his cheerful sister. He was rather handsome not to mention stood a good head taller than his mother who was tallest out of the three girls of the family. Yasu smiled at the mention of the rude yet adored nickname her dark haired younger brother had given her years ago. The pink haired girl poked her tongue out at her sibling like it was a perfectly valid argument, loosening her grip on her sister but still refusing to let go. "Papa could not make it?" the artist questioned her mother who merely shook her head. None of them had expected him to get out of work to see his eldest daughter's accomplishments. Not that he ever tried, he had never once been to one of her art showings. That was not to say that Yasu did not get along with her father, they were quite close. He had admitted to her one when she was still unknown that her artwork frightened him and as such, she understood and let him get away with it. Smiling, Yasu soon turned to conversation with her family, absently rubbing her neck when she felt a chill. "I've been dancing with nightmares I'm playing with fear
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