Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
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Post by Tison on Oct 9, 2008 17:53:26 GMT -5
Alright members, let's see just how literate you can be! This here is a roleplaying contest. The person(s) that stay in the longest get the grand prize, which will be announced soon. Sign-ups end October 15thRules (staff tell me if I missed anything please) - 1. You must log in with your user name and character(s) names using the following code - [b]*Username[/b] has logged in with [i]"Character 1, 2"[/i] 2. You can only have up to two characters, but BOTH of your character's posts must meet the requirements! 3. The order that people post will be the order that people signed up for the contest. If you were the last to sign up within the time period, you post last in that round. 4. There is a character limit that each of your characters MUST reach to advance to the next round. For example, if the limit was 700, EACH of your character's posts would have to be at LEAST 700 characters, no exceptions. 5. If you post below the limit, you will not advance to the next round. Staff WILL be checking the posts lengths, so dun try to post 600 charries and think you're going to get away with it. You're not. 6. Staff have the right to tell you that you will not advance to the next round, but they must give an adequate reason, of courses! 7. When the last person posts in a round, the first person does not start the next round. A staffer will post who advances to the next round, and only after that can the first person post. 8. The characters of different people can react, but only if the other person knows that they are. 9. Have fun! Sign Ups Are Starting Now! [/u][/center] Members in the Contest Alice (2 chars) Ember (1 char) Puppys (2 chars)
Narchs (1 char)
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Post by GOD! on Oct 9, 2008 22:36:11 GMT -5
hey Ember you might want to set up a time limit for each person, maybe it can increase so then people just don't forget about the role play and it stops. Maybe even tell what we wo9uld be roleplaying and what not.
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 10, 2008 20:12:37 GMT -5
yeah, that would be a good idea....
10. You have 3 days to post - xP shame on me for forgetting that....
11. It must actually be a Roleplay! THIS WILL NOT COUNT AS A LEGIT PARAGRAPH: Bob walked into his house. He hid under the table. He waited for the hungry tiger to eat him. "RAWR" said the tiger. Bob was afraid. He quivered. "RAWR" said the tiger, coming closer. Bob was more afraid. "Help." said Bob. Superman came to the rescue. "Thank you" said Bob.
Okay, we're all better than that. And those who aren't... well they *really* need some help xD Also, that sort of thing would *never* meet the character requirements anyway! Your sentences should not be fragments unless it's to empasise something, i.e. Sarah waited for Ian to get off the bus. She waited and waited. And waited.
that's OK, but you have mindless fragments then someone will ask you to redo the post.
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Post by Shady on Oct 10, 2008 22:13:03 GMT -5
*ALISH ! has logged in with "Firea Sparrow Oaks &&.&-.& Christian Pondwood", and will proceed to kick your butts, if you please. (>^-^)>
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 11, 2008 9:33:21 GMT -5
*ember has logged in with "Silverpool"
You can kick everybody's butts except for mine vandy!
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 15, 2008 15:44:53 GMT -5
last call! come on people it'll be fun!!
I'll extend the deadline to Oct. 20th
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Post by PuppyWuffyKins on Oct 18, 2008 5:09:32 GMT -5
omg. I noticed this two days before the deadline. xD
*Puppys has logged in with "Jay Lupus;; & Mary Angeleo"
-coughcough- Two new characters I came up with for a romance novel called The Four W's. I thought they would be good for joining Alice in the butt-kicking and for excersizing their personalities. xD Jay's a werewolf; male. Mary being the female human, but of course XD Idk what was with the Jay name though.. Thats all I could come up with XD Whee yay if nobody else joins in the two days I shall be last to post XD I hate starting things....so yeah...XD
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Post by &&ANGEL on Oct 18, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -5
Ummeh... I have a question before I kick all yah butts >D xDD
Welp, what's the roleplay theme? Is it Warriors, Wolf, Human...?
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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Oct 19, 2008 1:21:20 GMT -5
-laughs her ass off- Sorry, but ill be kicking all of your butts. ^^
_theflyingbutterfly has entered in her awesomeistic thomas michael howell-anderson.
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Post by &&ANGEL on Oct 19, 2008 11:01:20 GMT -5
AHH! Someone answer my question. xP The deadline is getting nearer!! *screeches at imaginary line* D: xDD
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 19, 2008 16:36:22 GMT -5
well, there really isn't a theme. I was going to add a poll to see what everybody wanted to do once the deadline passed, if they wanted to be in their own little reality or if everyone wanted a straight theme that they wanted to follow so they could "interact" with other charries! So I guess as long as you sign in I'll count you & we'll work out a theme. I had originally planned on just free-floating it - which makes it easier as you can describe in great detail where you are.
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Post by Shady on Oct 19, 2008 19:57:12 GMT -5
Well since you know, about the deadline... SHALL I POST NAO?
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 24, 2008 10:34:38 GMT -5
yeah, if there's no discussion about the theme, go right ahead and start the contest! I'll post when I can but please don't wait longer than the 2 days for me to post - I'll catch up! ---Any late sign-ups should be PMmed to me---
---The first limit is 600 characters---
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Post by Shady on Oct 27, 2008 11:22:38 GMT -5
Sorry school has beeen bothering me I will start right away! Just a little request- May I change Firea to having no middle name? Thaaanks :'D There was that girl again. Underneath the tree, but she didn't look quite as peaceful. She looked about 14 years old, maybe older. She was small for her size. The girl had furious red hair, warning you of eruption any second. Oaks, the family name. That was it. The Oaks were respected for farming, and a few generations ago one of them was a highly trained general. The general was General Oaks, of course. He wouldn't like to see this girl as his great granddaughter, if he hadn't been killed in battle. She was much too rash. Who was the girl, and why wasn't she happy like the rest of the villagers, running through the path towards the big school? It was modern times, now. Just because there was a farm didn't mean there wasn't a high school bursting with people, and the Merrot Eagles basketball team. Oh, they had more teams than that.
The girl was Firea, and she had gotten a haircut the day before. To her opinion, it looked suckish and far too girlish. She preferred long bangs, spread to the side. Firea didn't want to go to school, and she was going to be a baby about it, as it seemed. "Stupid hair... Stupid world... Why did she have to cut it like that?!" Firea whispered to nobody in particular. She wasn't attracting attention anyway. There was no use staying at home, and even though she wasn't the most popular Firea definitely wasn't an outcast. She did have friends, and the hair didn't look all that bad. It was hair, it would grow back. Eventually. It was cut short, and the bangs make a little cut triangle at the center. Like the cut that her little sister had, it made her look childish and silly.
There was no use standing under the tree, fuming. Really. But the bell just rang for the two minute warning, it was still early. She looked for a sign to sneak in.
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 28, 2008 16:09:09 GMT -5
[I've changed my character to Silverpool - a warrior on another site that I really need to work on!]
Silverpool glanced over her shoulder. Good. she thought to herself, glad that she had escaped camp without anyone offering to come with the pretty she-cat. It was nice out of camp - a chilly breeze, but nothing a good run couldn't shake off. Now that greenleaf was over everycat was rushing to fill the fresh kill pile as well as the stores for the winter. Camp was a mess - dens being insulated, green plants being dried out to use for the camp's barriers - and if you weren't working, you were in the way. The medicine cat needed no help at the moment, and Silverpool had decided to make herself useful by bringing home a mound of fresh-kill.
Silverpool's ears perked up as she heard something scuffling through the overly abundant oak leaves. The wind raced through her fur, stirring up the oak leaves. There! A poorly concealed wood mouse was uncovered as a humongous leaf blew away. It started to dash away, but Silverpool was faster. With a swift leap, she pinned the plump mouse down, its brown hair clumping in her claws. With a swift bite to the neck she killed the creature, feeling more invigorated after the first catch of the day. She buried her catch, looking up to the sky. It was almost sun high, and she had a lot of hunting to do if she was going to get a decent amount well before sunset.
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Post by PuppyWuffyKins on Oct 28, 2008 17:26:06 GMT -5
(([OCC]Eek! My turn XD ...I'm guessing we're all off in our own little realities? Hmmm, in that case I should have fun -laughs manically and zones out-[/OCC]))
Mary groaned and grabbed the pillow on her face, tugging it off and slapping it onto the bed. She lay there, breathing, before getting up, to see that it was only four A.M.
She stood up, slipping her feet into her house shoes, and shuffled out of the bedroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. Once she got there, she grabbed the T.V remote off a coffee table, turning the television on and tossing the controller onto the couch before shuffling to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
She opened the cabinet doors, and got a glass, and that’s when she recalled her dream. With a gasp of shock as images flooded her head, she dropped the glass onto the floor (thankfully it didn't shatter; oddly enough she had a carpet in the kitchen) with a thud, and she grasped the kitchen counter to keep her shaking knees from collapsing.
Images of canine ears on humans, tails, fur, claws, and the moon, all flooded her head. But the one that had scared her into dropping the glass, and nearly collapsing, had been the sickening, horrid transformation between man and wolf, stopped halfway through by the touch of a leaf in the breeze, to cause the humans with wolf features. It wasn't the being stopped that scared her, but terrible pain the man seemed to be in as he collapsed to the ground.
And then there was the killing, the killing under the moon. The awful, gurgling scream from children and women alike as the man with the wolf features killed them, ate them though their heart still beat.
Yet she couldn't stop thinking of how beautiful those yellow-brown eyes were, Oh how gorgeous,, Mary thought without noticing. And the gentle way the man-wolf buried what was left of his victims after eating most of them, the mournful how he'd give.
And so Mary couldn't wait to dream again; so she picked up the glass when the images left her mind, and instead of water she got warm milk, and then she walked back to the living room, put the glass on the coffee table, and flopped down on the sofa.
And, of course the first thing she saw on the T.V., was the title The Wolf man,i which was one of her favorite movies. So she watched it, and experienced a lot of familiarization between the movie and her dream, so she often zoned out, and once when she zoned out, she fell asleep.
This time, however, she dreamed of magical dancing monkeys and flying trees and rainbow kittens that sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and so she woke up humming it, and then remembered it all immediately and felt sad she didn’t have the wolf man nightmare again.
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Jay Lupus hovered outside the lady’s window, watching The Wolf Man while at the same time making a mental block in her mind to keep her from dreaming about him again. With a twinge of sadness, he flicked one of his large, furry wolf ears and left when she awoke.
He walked down the streets, tail hanging limply, his fuzzy hands in his pockets as he hummed the same song the rainbow kittens were singing (it’s quite catchy when a cat sings it).
Suddenly he froze, jerking his head up, and then dove in an alleyway as a cop drove by. When the coast was clear, he stayed put in case he came back, and then slowly emerged and continued on his walk down the street.
And in dismay, he found himself turning a corner to wind back up at Mary Angelo’s house. “The universe is against me,” he muttered. He noticed a whole in her porch big enough to crawl through, and so flattening his ears down, he snuck toward it.
Being careful near the windows, he eventually, slowly came to the hole, and crawled through, wincing at the scrapes and splinters.
And so there he slept that night, and would for many weeks.
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Oct 30, 2008 15:37:06 GMT -5
(narchs you need to reply by tomorrow evening or you shall be kicked out of the first round! )
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Post by ▐ MONARCHY ♥ on Nov 1, 2008 10:48:22 GMT -5
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Tison
Minion
Minion to Angel
Fire is fiery. BURN ALL MISSPELLINGS >D
Posts: 116
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Post by Tison on Nov 1, 2008 14:49:23 GMT -5
that means that round one is over and round 2 officially starts
with a limit of 800 characters lol I forgot to post that sorry alice
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Post by Shady on Nov 4, 2008 9:17:02 GMT -5
So I guess I post now. But what is the character count? Also, I think that we should make our characters meet eventually. There is really no point in just letting them rp amongst their own roleplayer. I think that is a reason that Narchs quit. Not sure and won't add anymore to that. But really. Warriors, highschool, and whatever Puppys is up to? xD I know it is funny but don't you think it will be lonely? Let's make our characters meet in a post or two more, please o _o And Puppys seems to be getting bettar and will maybe kick MY butt. Ewness. -shudderfuls- Firea didn't like being left out. She hated it more than anything. Nothing made her bother to look at all of the happy campers... Insane campers... And like, the just regular campers. Firea didn't want to go to school even though she knew that having a temper didn't really help her. Nothing could make her unhappier, because she was easily frustrated. "Okay... Calm down, you..." she whispered to herself, and got closer at her attempt to walk through at least the doors without crying. A flashback occurred to her then- she was still pasted to the floor. It was at the barber shop, she and her mother were arguing over which cuts looked good. She was stabbing her finger- her index and thumb, no matter how weird that looked- to this new cut, on the Fashion Broadway magazine. A lot of her friends had it and she really wanted it and was going to get it no matter what. But her mom, being her mom, paid the barber to do it just like her cut. The really ugly one. They were arguing back and forth...
"No. MOM! Are you freaking insane?" Said Firea, who wasn't trying to be a brat and truly wasn't, but was just frustrated.
Her mom glared at her and said "Honey, I promise. This will look good on you. I swear, Firea, honey." She was losing her patience.
"Mother, dear." She tried not cracking up, even though she was supposed to look mad. "May I pleaaase have that one?" and pointed to another on the page.
Her mother took the slightest glance at it and partially gave it up. "I presume you may, but is your hair long enough?" Which was generally a stupid question, but...
Firea's eyes snapped open again, there were a bunch of kids staring at her. "S'okay guys!" she yelled. Was it two minutes yet? One barely passed. Her thoughts could rush to her like so. Even her internet friends told her that. She wasn't about to turn nervous and step through the door. She wanted to see what would happen if she OSTENTATIOUSLY stepped through the door. Everyone would like, stare, she knew. But still, it was a family trait to be prideful. Maybe the family would be proud now. They were farmers and liked to show off crops, why not show off hair? As much as she hated it. "Aiiight, let's do this!" the tempo of her voice got faster. She was nervous, after all. As much as she didn't want to show it. Firea, Firea, Firea. That was her for you.
A step towards inside. Another step, she was going to be inside. Would her friends wonder what sort of prank was THIS? Would they guess it was a wig? Even worse, would they have the same haircut? Would Toma the flute player and Mota her twin the drum player like it? They were seniors and her idols. Oh, wow. This was getting bad. Her feet- abrupting her thoughts - let her trip over the tile floor step, the last one she forgot to take. "Owww" She glared at her foot. The last step. The one always to be forgotten to be taken.
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Chris was the last one to get to the building, as so it seemed. He spotted a girl, about his age, by the steps, tripping. He shuddered and headed the other way. Maybe this wasn't the best route.
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