Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on May 21, 2007 10:56:15 GMT -5
"May Allah bless this morning and Satan stay at bay," he mumbled as the usual group of city cleaners walked by and waved to the man. He waved back, but not with his usual grimness of another night spent on the streets, he felt a wind of change. Tonight I will sleep on a featherbed, he promised himself. Reorganizing his plans he corrected the thought. Not sleep, no, I will eat like the king I once was and just relax on a featherbed, he mused.
“I may not get sleep tonight but soon I will sleep when I choose and get paid for it,” his slight chuckle was accompanied by a quick step of his feet, as he relived a memory of fame.
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Post by Raven thorn on May 24, 2007 18:07:11 GMT -5
Ella was curled up listening to the man; she heard his footsteps and sat up quickly. Watching him walk she got to her feet and rolled her shoulders lightly before walking around the puddles keeping her head down, her hair falling over her face and shading her eyes. Lifting up the edge of her dress to keep it from getting too wet she stepped out of the alleyway slightly.
Looking around her eyes squinted from the sun she watched all the people and cars. ‘Where would a Master be?’ she thought with a frown knowing she only had a week to find one.
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Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on Jun 9, 2007 9:51:52 GMT -5
OOC:|| Sorry for the delay, I've been out and about lately. Okay, roleplaying is not like Chess. The player constantly tries to cut his opponent off in the game where roleplaying is a work-together-game. You use someone elses post, what their character has said or done to create an action for your own character and they use your character's reactions to form their own character's reaction and the process goes on and on and on . . .
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Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on Jun 9, 2007 9:53:01 GMT -5
OOC:||Example, my character- let us call him "Rufeo" for ease- awakens and steps "into the new day," out of the makeshift tent. Now Ella steps "out of the alley" moving her out of Rufeo's range altogether. Rufeo mumbles the blessing "May Allah bless this morning and Satan stay at bay." I have already made note and hints that he is a demon, so why would he be telling Allah to bless his day?
I know I'm not as experienced as Shira, Ru, and Lali, but I have avidly been reading since I was ten and I am now entering college. I don't always make perfect sense in my posts but I do know what I am talking about. Roleplaying posts need to be easily understood and followed, not to mention giving a prompt for another character to move by.
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Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on Jun 9, 2007 10:04:05 GMT -5
IC:|| "That is an unauthorized structure, sir," one of the city workers had back tracked to point out. "I'm going to have to ask you to remove it by nine o'clock or it will be taken down." His graying beard and assortment of patches showed his dedicated years to serving the city.
"You know, mate, I don't fancy I'll stay in this hole tonight. So if you tear down the tent I spent hours working on to keep me dry that will likely pull a pretty penny," the pale man with the sunglasses took a long breath before continuing. "That is alright in my book." He grinned at the man who returned a similar movement of his lips before skipping away with whistled tune.
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Mac
Junior mage
Official WTF
Mercurial, Aloof, Contemplative
Posts: 224
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Post by Mac on Jun 9, 2007 10:12:49 GMT -5
After the portly worker rounded the corner the man ruffled his red-tinged hair. Not the orange color so many humans like to call red, but the tips of his dirty brown hair matched that of a storm foreboding sunset.
"Let's see here, um," not remembering the girl's name he resorted to giving one of his own. "You can call me, um, Rufeo while we are on the streets and I will help you find that master you so seek!" With an inside chuckle he motioned for her to follow him as joined with the early pedestrian traffic of the city.
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