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    Okay, I will! Oh, and Shadow, if you have any questions about posting, or advanced text editing, or any questions about navigating the site, feel free to ask me! I had to figure it all out for myself when I first joined, but you don't have to go through that hard process, believe me. ;)


    IC(In Character): Daphne sat on the floor against the wall of her fifth boyfriend's apartment, wishing she had never gotten involved with him in the first place. He and a few of his friends were passed out drunk all around the small, dirty apartment, which was in an unsavory part of town. Some of his friends' girlfriends had stayed the night as well, and needless to say, the couples had gone a little wild during their drunken revelry. Now the girls lay in their beau's arms, or on top of them, or snuggled up against them, looking like sluts. But Daphne wasn't a slut. Or was she? If she wasn't, then why was she here? Why was she with these awful, sordid people who lived such lives? She shivered as a cold windy draft blew upon her from the cracked glass of the window, and she pulled the sleeves down of her black sweater to warm her better, simultaneously hiding her scars.

    Ok, so thank you for that well written post Rain ^~^ in this kind of RP, Shadow, it's kind of the same with your other "rps" in the sense that you respond to other people's post with your own. Except, here, you'll reply with a post describing your own character's actions, making a type of story

    Name: Levi Swindle
    Gender: Male
    Age: 83 but looks 17. He's pretty young compared to others of his race.
    Race: He's a shadow demon
    Looks:

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    Personality: He has a lot to say despite being a master of silent movement. He's a shadow demon, which means he has no solid form. Humans cannot see him, only immortal creatures can. He appears only to those he chooses. If he touches you, you feel nothing but an almost unbearable chill. Since his life is so solitary, he has taken to talking to himself. He has the ability to control darkness and send visions to those he chooses.
    History: (which, apparently, is optional xD): Ughlazynotdoingthisrightnow


    OOC HA

    Kunou had had a long night, and he was ready to go home, although, the outing had been enjoyable whilst it had lasted. He sat up, frowning in distaste as the woman on top of him slumped off, falling into a snoring heap at the foot of the couch. Black eyes surveyed the scene of the postparty room, a small smirk twitching across his face as he slowly got up and started picking his way towards the door. He had come to the shabby apartment following a lead on a potential vampire in the area, but had wound up staying for the party, after all, no one would notice the dead body of the dirty leech, and, once the sun hit the corpse, it would be nothing but memory anyhow. The people at the place had taken to him well enough, the girl's, it seemed, most definitely had, for they had not left him alone the entire time he had been there, despite his being a stranger. He continued musing over this, even as he nearly walked right over a small body of a woman, right outside the door of the apartment. He flicked his dark brown hair out of his eyes and grinned crookedly
    , a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Why hello there, little dove."

    Daphne's head snapped up in bewilderment, her face settling already into a hard mask of caustic bitterness and incredulity. "Leave me alone," she said to the stranger as she glared up at him, her voice sounding more tired than she would have liked, for it made her sound weak. She looked down at her hands again and hugged herself more tightly than before, trying to numb the unpleasant feelings in her heart that she didn't trust herself enough to try and identify. She turned her head to face away from him, but couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were still burning into her. "Just leave me alone," she muttered, not trying to hide the tiredness now, or the depression that had plagued her for so long.

    Luke didn't know how he got to the party. The last thing he remembered was ordering a burger from a very attractive waitress at a diner three minutes away from his house. He remembered her smiling, the warmth not reaching her blood red eyes... He shook his head and sat up from where he was lying on a cold, hard slab of rock. He glanced to his right and saw the ripple of the moon reflecting off the water in the pool he was laying next to. The smell of liquor, chlorine, and smoke was permeated the air. He saw a few sluggish figures shambling around, tripping over the bodies lying on the ground. He heard retching from the other side of the yard. 'Delightful' He thought, stumbling to his feet and grabbing onto a nearby table to keep himself from falling when pain ricocheted through his body. Red spots danced before his eyes. Once he could see again, he took in the wasteland before him. He was in the courtyard of a crappy apartment complex. There were lights dangling from the archways. Some of the strands were hanging as if someone tried to use them to stop themselves from falling. Half of the tables in the area were overturned and plastic cups and beer bottles littered the ground.

    Ashton woke up on a couch with a pounding headache. She didn't know why she even went to the stupid party. She figured she wanted to try something new and outgoing instead of being the shy girl she always is. 'that's the last time I'll ever do that she thought to herself. Ashton pushed herself off the couch and started wondering around the apartment. She walked past a bedroom hearing muffled voices. She shrugged figuring it was one of the couples that were all over each other the night before. She moved past the bedroom and walked out to the balcony of the apartment that looked over the pool. She saw a man get up from the side of the pool and stumble. She hoped he was okay and contemplated about going down there and asking him if he needed help. Figuring she'd regret it if she didn't she quickly walked down to the pool area
    "Are you okay?" She asked him.




    Ooc: I'm not good at writing as I'd like to be but I hope to learn more about how to write as I go along :)

    Ooc: shadow, that's actually a really good post considering you've never done this before o_o this may be easier than I thought guys :D

    Luke glanced up when he heard the voice and batted the branch of a palm tree away from his face. "Hey. Yeah... No." He admitted. Eying a middle-aged man, who was sprawled out on one of the tables, in disgust. "I don't know how I got here. But I suppose most of the people here don't either. But I don't drink mostly, and I'm not high, so I don't know what I'm doing here." (Low brain power. Sorry. This isn't my usual post length.)

    @ Shadow:


    OOC: That's completely fine. Interacting with others in this way will help you to be a better writer, I'm sure, if you pay attention to the writing itself, as well as the story. I am going to be an editor now, and make a couple minor edits to one of your sentences, just to give you some tips.


    Your sentence: Figuring she'd regret it if she didn't she quickly walked down to the pool area
    My version: Figuring she'd regret it if she didn't[glow=red,2,300],[/glow] she quickly walked down to the pool area[glow=red,2,300].[/glow]


    You insert the comma there because there is supposed to be a pause, and by inserting the comma, you created clarity for the reader. ;D

    OOC That was a very good post!

    OOC: You're welcome Shadow. And Olive, I'm not saying that her post was bad. But it remains a fact that nobody's post is totally perfect, and therefore all of them (yes, even mine) could be improved, and she is a part of everyone, therefore, she can still improve. We all get better with time, and with practice. I don't mean for this to sound offensive or anything, so please don't take it that way at all. I just have an editor's mind, which is something I can't turn off. My brain's like MS Word, but you can't turn the SpellCheck or GrammarCheck off. ;D

    Ashton fidgeted "Last night was my first time drinking. I don't drink or go to parties but I wanted to do something different for once in my life." She shrugged and smiled a little. She looked around at all the bodies lying around. "It must have been a good party if people are passed out drunk." She added with sarcasm in her voice.



    Ooc: sorry it's short

    RainFire97 wrote:


    Daphne's head snapped up in bewilderment, her face settling already into a hard mask of caustic bitterness and incredulity. "Leave me alone," she said to the stranger as she glared up at him, her voice sounding more tired than she would have liked, for it made her sound weak. She looked down at her hands again and hugged herself more tightly than before, trying to numb the unpleasant feelings in her heart that she didn't trust herself enough to try and identify. She turned her head to face away from him, but couldn't shake the feeling that his eyes were still burning into her. "Just leave me alone," she muttered, not trying to hide the tiredness now, or the depression that had plagued her for so long.


    OOC: Waiting for Karma to reply . . .