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Need samples for role-plays to tell if I'm literate? You've found the right place. Meh... these aren't the best I've ever shoved out of my fat mind, but they're decent.... I guess.

Kingdom Hearts:


Magic, damsels in distress, knights in shining armor, dragons, princesses.... all of which you would think would be in some medieval fairy tale were now a part of his life. He never asked for such a thing, only just to explore worlds other than his own. All he ever wanted was to escape the boredom of every day life that fate had given him. Either way, he had been given that change. He never wanted to be some hero that everyone looked up to and depended on to save their lives. That is what had seemed to become of him ever since he left the islands that were his home. Once he became the wielder of the keyblade everything was turned upside down.

Caramel colored hair blended in with the beach's sand as he lay there pondering what had happened only a while back. First wielding the keyblade, then he had to travel from world to world looking for Riku and Kairi. The boy was tired from the journey, but nostalgic for the days he lived with Donald and Goofy. After that he slowly made his way through the Castle Oblivion and lost his memories of the worlds and people that he loved and cared for. He fought the Organization and the Nobodies as well as another multitude of Heartless. Kingdom Hearts was sought after by many, and he protected the light from the dark and the balence of the world was being restored. He was done, the world was safe and he no longer needed to put his life on the line to save it.

There was a large island where they used to play after school and during the summer. After two years of being away he was finally home. His friends, his family. They were all there. The Destiny Islands were finally returning to normal. The "King" had taken back his subjects and their ship. He had no way to get back to them. Unless they decided to come and visit, he would never see them again. He was stuck here. The 16 year old boy was happy to be back, but he had grown used to the feeling that their ship made when it suddenly changed directions or elevation. He had grown used to fighting the Heartless, even though he knew it only made the darkness grow. The keyblade had gone away, he couldn't use it anymore. It had worried him and he wanted to know why. Did it have to do with the restoration of the worlds?

He was clad in the black suit that he had been equipped with by the three fairies he met when he went to go speak with Yen Sid. The blue undershirt complimented the yellow straps around his theighs that held the red item boxes just below his hips, silver-blue shoulder pads had been given to him for protection. He wore the symbol of a crown around his neck on a silver chain; it was something he just couldn't let go. The hood of the vest he wore was never up over his head, partially because he didn't want his hair messed up, but it was never cold enough to cover himself completely.

Sea-blue eyes stared off into space past his gloved hand which was held up above his head, palm towards his face as he stared up at it. The boy let out a sigh and let his hand lay over his chest. Riku and Kairi were worried about him, he could tell, but all he was telling them was that he was just thinking about things. Nothing was wrong, at least, that was what he told them. The keyblade had disappeared a while ago, but he hadn't said anything. The boy had gone out to train a little bit, practice knocking coconuts out of the tree. It didn't come to him and that was what worried him. He wasn't about to let them know that he didn't have use of the keyblade anymore, it would just get them concerned with him even more. He didn't want that.

Sora closed his eyes as he lay there on the beach near the dock, his boat there next to Riku's and Kairi's. They had gotten there earlier than he had, and so there he was, if anyone was going to bother him he didn't mind. He really didn't care if his thought process was interupted. Thoughts were flooding him these days, his mind hurt there were so many things going on. The worlds... he worried about them. What would happen if he was needed to go defend them once more? He wouldn't be able to defend the worlds from any threat like Ansem or Xemnas. He couldn't get to them, either. How could he? It was the King's ship and he had no right to keep it. He had no place to keep it. This world was beginning to return to normal again. The only people who knew about the disterbance in the world becides himself were Riku and Kairi. Everyone else's memory had been altered.

Riku was back with him, he was happy enough. He had his friends, Kairi was there with him now. They were all he really needed. He was home, but was that what he really wanted? He missed his other friends, but really, he liked traveling from world to world. He had so many friends in those worlds. Yes, he'd never forget them, but... "friends in our hearts"... did it really work that way? Would they all remember him? He didn't know. If it was one thing he had learned, any heart could be swayed if it was pushed the right way.

'They don't remember anything, nothing at all, almost as if I've been here the whole time.' He didn't know what to think anymore. For all he knew the worlds were in danger. Not likely. But the keyblade disappearing... he couldn't help but think something was wrong. Did it have to do with the worlds being separate again? He had no idea, but he couldn't be pessimistic now. He was back with Riku and Kairi. The last thing he wanted was for her to be sad or upset that he was. He tried to do his best with being happy around her, but there was so much to think about.



Ouran High School Host Club:



old, Unforgiving, Malicious, Heartless and Calculating. Not to mention: powerful, brooding, manipulative, with a tinge of ambition and not to forget the momentous amount of constraint. With his always frigid gaze, the young man continued to do calculations on his clipboard in the little light he had. If it weren't for Tamaki being there he wouldn't be where he was. The auditorium was full of their hostees, staff, parents and others there to see the 'King' perform. Once again he was taking time out of his busy schedule to be a friend to the infamous Tamaki Suoh, son of the chairman of the school. He had grown tired of the shinannigans that he was put through, but as his father had told him in the beginning, Kyoya went through with them. So long as he and Tamaki were "friends" there would be a link between their father's two companies.

Kyoya Ootori, seventeen years old, blood type AB; neatly brushed hair fell in front of his right eye as he sat in one of the private balconies for the Host Club in the auditorium of Ouran Accademy. The light had been reduced to a near zero except for on the stage in the one beam of light on the piano. The young man blinked and attached his pen to the clipboard and set it on a table next to his chair. He was the only one of the members there so far; unfortunately for Tamaki, he expected he would be the only one to show up. Little did he know that Haruhi had stormed off the stage. It wasn't as though he cared, but he knew that the capricious blond would be asking who had seen it tomorrow before club activities began.

Using his middle finger of his right hand Kyoya pushed up his thin-rimmed, oval shaped glasses higher on his nose. He was wearing a black, hooded, sleeveless sweater with the hood brought down over his shoulder blades, a white short-sleeved undershirt and black pants with complimentary shoes and an analogue watch so that he may keep track of the time.

He was getting annoyed with that same shade of blue of the uniform if only because it meant Tamaki. Whenever he went to school all he thought was that he would be doing more Host Club involved things. Kyoya's father was getting annoyed with it as well. He had been told many times to quit the Host Club, but he could never bring himself to do it. Maybe it was a favor to Suoh. Maybe not.

It was the beginning of the recital and he to put away the budget for cakes and tea or it would ruin his eyesight. Tamaki walked out on stage and began to play. The melodious sounds that Kyoya heard were not alien to him, this was one that the 'King' practiced often in the presence of the members of the club, but there seemed to be something slightly different this time. Everything would seem the same to an outsider, but he realized that Tamaki was a little distracted. He made no differences in the musical piece, but his expression was slightly different from his usual lost-in-the-music countenance.

"Without a fault again, Tamaki," the magane kept his voice low and his clapping soft, somewhat half-hearted. He would admit one thing: He had never seen anyone play the piano as well as that boy could. As soon as he left the stage, Kyoya stood up and left the balcony. The only reason he was there was to keep Tamaki out of his hair and maybe even a bit of black-mail, if you could call it that, for the other members. The blond would be upset with anyone who didn't show up, and then probably poke and pry them wondering why they weren't there. Everyone thought it was annoying, but Kyoya was the only one who could keep the 'King' calm and get him to stop pestering them. He did know Tamaki better than the other members of the club.

A few moments later he was walking down the hall on his way to the outside side of the building where his 'car' was waiting, clipboard and pen in hand again in attempt to get the club's finances straight again. It seemed he was doing this every few minutes so long as Hunny kept eating all the guests' snacks for himself. It was a bit annoying. Some times he even took money out of his own pockets to make sure the guests were happy. He did not know why he did it, then again, it was Tamaki's own philosophy: "Our job is to make the women happy," or, well, something along those lines.

Flashes of different colors passed by on wither side of the 'Shadow King' as he made his way down the halls, normal students were always there but he paid no heed. Sometimes a girl would stop him in the hall but he would brush it off as if it meant nothing. Most of the time it was so. The occasional box of expensive chocolates, cards and compliments once in a while and then the ever-so-common love confession. The attention was nice once in a while, but it all meant nothing to him. In his mind all he was trying to accomplish was to please his father without over-doing his elder brothers. That was near impossible. Not because he couldn't do it, but because he did not want to anger his father again. Being the third son seemed unfair.



This last one is an example of what I came up with on the spot. The three things that needed to be included in the post were: a gummy bear, a full moon and a school. Weird, I know.



Glimmering on the surface of the lake like a beacon from a lighthouse, the full moon reflected into the girl's eyes. Her eyes were gentle, yet somehow they brought chaos into his life. All he could see at the moment was her features being illuminated by the pale light. He wanted her to be happy and this was what she enjoyed the most, a night with him doing their usual routine. The full moon just had something about it that couldn't be explained. Romantic, yes, but that wasn't the reason the two young friends loved going out on nights like these. The pine scented lake-side was the perfect place to escape reality.

"Kal. Let's go swimming. It's been a while." Her voice was like a chorus of sirens, calling to him, wanting him to be near her to ease the pain of loneliness that had found it's way into the seventeen year old's heart like a bat found its way through the darkness. He watched as she stood up, her sleek body wrapped idly in a long gray t-shirt and jean shorts.

"You go swimming every day." The boy didn't want to go into the water, he disliked it, because he didn't know how to swim. Bad childhood experiences had made his adaptability to water low, when it got to his chin he felt uncomfortable. She was an athlete on the school's swim team. She just didn't know about his fears; weakness was not something that he wanted her to know, and he felt embarrassed about it. "But go ahead, I'll watch," the boy added this quickly. He knew that she would question him as to why he never went swimming with her.

"Pervert."

His face flushed a rosy color and he curled up into himself where he was. "I meant as in I'll make sure nothing happens to you."

She didn't say anything for a moment. "I think I'm starting to understand you better." Her smile reassured him that she wasn't going to ask this time, that she understood. Who had spilled the beans? The girl slipped off her flip flops and set them off to the side of the of her. The moist grass was cold on her feet and it left an imprint of the curves of her shorts, not leaving out a single detail.

"Just don't get sick out there." He watched the girl as she slipped off her oversized shirt. She was wearing a two-piece swimming suit underneath it, it was the same color sienna as her eyes, contrasting with her bright blond hair that reflected the moon light. She then slipped off her shorts, showing what was left of her toned swimmer's legs which were a tad darker with the tan she obtained from being in the sun all day. Kal stared off into space away from her just as she looked back at him.

He really wasn't going to join her. It was his loss. The girl walked over to the nearby swimming dock, diving into the water with barely a splash. When she resurfaced she flipped her hair back, the shoulder length locks flinging water back a good ten feet; she ran her finger through her hair.

"Let's go back. I'll buy you some gummy bears at the gas station back to your house." By now he just wanted to go, the stomach acid sending his insides on what seemed like a roller coaster ride.

"You sure do know how to win a girl over," sarcasm ruled over her voice with that statement. "You know I just make towers with them in my room and feed them to the dogs." They laughed.

Kal smiled genuinely, knowing that this summer would be a bit of a change in their relationship. "All the more reason-" He stopped himself, standing up and laughing it off. We should go, Rebecca."

The girl pulled herself back up onto the wooden dock with ease, using her hand to wipe some of the water off of her body. "All the more reason, what?" She looked up at him but he only shook his head, starting to walk away. Rebecca hurriedly put on her clothes, slipped on her shoes and followed him, grabbing his hand and smiling. "I love you, too."