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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» green tea.
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hopefully, your reading of these words means you love the art of writing just as much as i do, and maybe even wish to thread with little ol' me! if this is the case, my thanks go to you in full, for i'm fairly new to feralfront and would love a partner to get things goin'!
i shalt not go into rules and specifics just yet. wouldn't wanna bore ya before we even got into plotting! nah, instead, i'm simply gonna lay down the fact that sexual content will not be tolerated, however, most other mature subjects are welcomed with a fair limit. ( ex: blood/gore, foul language, ect. )
as for writing topics and baseline plots, i do adore slice of life! pre-established relationships or completely new interactions, either is fine as long as we get the sweetness of character development! i welcome and encourage new ideas. let us stretch our creativity together, hm?
anyhow, come then, friends! let us plot 'til our hearts are content!
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i'm so happy the idea of a plot interests you! honestly, i was a tad hesitant to post this, for not many people would be very interested in writing with someone who called themselves advanced, yet were new to feralfront. a little hypocritical, y'know? however, i'm very glad you're givin' me a chance! i promise i won't be lettin' you down!
now, what sort of plot did you have in mind? should the relationships start from scratch, or be pre-established? what sort of tone should the story have? should we set the stage for romance, platonic relations, friendship? i'm all ears for whatever ideas you have in mind!
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» morris washington.
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a walk turns to a trot. a trot turns to a skip. a skip turns into pure merriment as he makes his way through the vacant halls.
they'd thought it was a disease, his parents. the way his smile remained glued to his face, stuck on tighter than tight and bigger than big. the way he carried sunshine in his pocket and laughter in his lungs. the way he could look to a thief or a murderer or a demon and outstretch his arms for a hug, chocolate eyes locked in a gentle gaze as that voice let out an "it's okay."
"we can fix this."
and was it a disease? who knows. was it his self-defense mechanism, his armor, against the cold, blood-stained steel of the world? who knows. was it really selfishness? ignorance? insanity or blindness or pure and utter doubt?
who knows.
all morris himself knew, was the fact he'd get to take some of that pocketed sunshine of his and pass it to those in need. now, in this place, he'd get to smile for more than himself. he'd get to smile for those who smiled not, laugh for the voiceless, see for the blind. he'd get to help people. and maybe, just maybe, his parents would get their wish. maybe, just maybe...
he'd be helped, too.
his first task as helper was to check on some of the new arrivals. checklist in hand, nametag plastered upon his smiley-face sweater with that neat, pretty handwriting he used, he finally arrived at the room which housed the first boy we was to greet. catching his breath from his travel, giving the door's surface a quick 'rat-a-tat,' he called out to the soul who he knew he could help.
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» adrianne johnson.
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muse a. a hard-working woman with too much on her plate. muse b. an overzealous lovebug who works late nights at the local diner. two different souls. two different lives. oh, however could they cross?
well, this all began when muse a finished yet another grueling workday at the office. four straight years of working hard, powering through the twelve hour shifts and filling in for those who lacked her motivation, and what did that get her? a promotion? a raise? a pat on the back for trying her best?
nope.
nope, this got her nothing. this got her to where she was then, walking the same dirty sidewalk to her apartment where she lived alone. tired and hungry and sad, knowing tomorrow would be no different than today and yesterday and even weeks before. waking up to the smell of pollution seeping through her cracked window. static from her busted tv invading her ears. seeing grey and nothing else, partly from her growing depression feasting off her like a beast, and partly from her unpainted walls. breathing while gone. living while dead.
is this what her life was?
in any case, this hunger was beginning to get to her, and she wouldn't dare continue walking on an empty stomach. tiredly, she stumbled into that diner she walked past every day. with its cheesy, heart-print paint and its cursive welcome sign. the bright glowing light which welcomed all, even at the dead hours of night. muse a's never been there, but what did she have to loose? the food couldn't be that bad.
she enters and hears the faint sound of jazz rather than static, playing from the old jukebox in the corner. the room was almost empty, making her heavy steps seem eerily louder than they were. nobody was currently dining at the hour, except for an old man chomping on some bacon and eggs by the window. he seemed even grumpier than her, thus, she leaves him be.
she sits upon one of the surprisingly comfortable bar stools and waits to be served. who in their right mind would be working so late? checking her cracked watch once more, muse a confirmed it to be 3:27 am. who knows, maybe the server fell asleep in the back. just as she was about to get up and leave, a strong whiff of coffee hits her, along with a quiet thump of a mug being placed upon the counter. this is the work of muse b, a woman with a smile lined with sunshine and eyes greener than the spring. as if predicting the future of muse a attempting to pay, muse b speaks.
"on the house."
she strolled away then, tails of her dirtied apron resting calmly 'pon her back, leaving muse a to enjoy her beverage. shock in her eyes, confusion in her chest, she chose to test out a new theory which chose to plague her mind.
could she see her again?
and this is how they began, the two. muse a would enter the diner every night. 3:27 am. sit upon that same bar stool and be served by the same woman. though this, like her life, repeated itself, this event was different. it was bright. it was hopeful. much like muse b herself.
they talked more and more, about their lives and their selves and silly little things. for the first time in forever, muse a began looking forward to the grueling work days. she began to wake up every morning with a smile and a skip in her step. her old personality began to resurface and she began to feel alive. all because of that late-night waitress whom she'd grown unknowingly close with.
what will become of the two? what does their spark have in store? will their love blossom or whither away into nothing?
will this last?
( my apologies for such a long introduction, my dearie! i suppose the rules are quite clear. be advanced, follow feralfront's policies, yada-yada-yada. you may be any muse of your choosing! go ahead and jump right in! lets kick this story off with a smile, yeah? if you have any questions about the story, or any ideas as to where it could go, do not hesitate to speak to me about it! i want to make this enjoyable for the both of us. )[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: #FF6347; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» green tea.
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anyhow, in order to start out, i'd like to know your preferences! for example, would you prefer romance or friendship? or maybe a platonic thing? which begs the question, should the relationships be pre-established?[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color:#BCED91; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» morris washington.
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the door opened as did his heart, smile shifting and transforming to some sort of ruler. the king of his features. for this smile, it grew. it stretched across his face and shoved words from his lips without the slightest hint of hesitation.
"hello there, mr. may!"
though this voice was coated with enthusiasm, vibrant and colorful enthusiasm which he housed deep within his soul, said voice was also sprinkled with sweetness, for beyond his smile lied the knowledge that this boy was suffering. his eyes weren't sewn shut when looking to the topic, no. just squinted. barely open but still able to see when things were black and white.
a hand outstretched for a shake as his words continued, prancing from his lips with the speed of a racehorse and the gracefulness of the sea.
"my name's morris washington! i've been advised to see to it that you've settled in no trouble?"[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: purple; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» green tea.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:200px; height:289px; background:url(https://miapads.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/soft-green.jpg) center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color: #BCED91; height: 289px; width: 200px; opacity: 0.70; text-align:justify]oh, of course you're not too late! the more the merrier! welcome aboard ;)
a group thread offers a lot of possibilities, especially in the slice of life category. perhaps we can go the classic "love triangle" route, or simply three friends getting into some messes! i'd love to hear any ideas or suggestions from both of you
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should they simply be roommates in a city apartment? that way, we can have age and career diversity and whatnot. or, maybe in a college dorm? this depends on what shenanigans we'd like our characters to get into :)[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color:#BCED91; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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this should be fun! it's got that slice-of-life, "how i met your mother" kinda feel. i was thinking about making my character a little more towards the older side. kinda like the "fun uncle" of the group, y'know?
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» green tea.
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anywho, i'd be happy to start us off! i'll link ya'll to it when it's up, which should be tomorrow at the latest. thanks again!
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» adrianne johnson.
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hehe, if course, loves! your confusion is understandable. i went very overzealous there with the explanation, and for this i apologize greatly. here's the basis of the plot;
muse a is a hard working woman making do in an overall crummy city, her everyday shifts lasting 12 hours on average and her daily life being only a repetition of grey. this has slowly began to build up within her, turning to depression, which she attempts to escape through apathy. with no close friends or family to turn to, this was indeed the best option in her eyes.
muse b, however, is a squishy lil' lovebug, facing both life and those she meets with a smile. the fuel for her constant optimism is an unknown source, however, this is great for making friends and leading an overall happier life. she works the late shift at the unpopular, but fair quality diner, where she puts her nurturing ways to good use.
one night, hungry and tired from the long day, muse a stumbles into the cafe, greeted by nothing but the faint music of a jukebox and the flickering ceiling lights. after waiting a little while, the bar stool beginning to give her a cramp, she moves to give up as usual, accepting the walk home on an empty stomach. until, suddenly yet softly, she hears a cup being set on the counter's top, and smells the sweet scent of a cappuccino. this is the work of muse b, who's noticed the bags under muse a's eyes and the gloomy aura from the woman. she offers a smile, and speaks softly yet sure, "on the house."
this both stuns and flatters muse a, who sees only grumpy, busy bees who called themselves people during her everyday routine. this feeling, though new, is one she wishes to experience again. so she went to the diner once more the next night.
and the next.
and the next.
and the next.
and soon, after many sweet talks and bad jokes and time, her visits became more than just a free cappuccino. soon, the two women become awful close, muse b acting as muse a's only splash of color in the dark, dark life of hers. while muse a became as somewhat of an anchor to muse b, grounding them to reality in the sweetest and softest of ways. they become dependent.
quite dependent.
and it's up to us where their story goes from there! you may be either muse, a or b, for i have no preference. that is, if you're still interested in the roleplay
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» adrianne johnson.
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why of course! thank you so very much for joining. i'm awful excited as to where we can lead the story :)
anywho, who shall kick us off? this is completely up to you, of course. again i have no preference as to which path we take :)[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: #FF6347; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» adrianne johnson.
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oh, don't you worry about anything like that! i'm very happy to be writing with you.
i'm more than happy to start us off, though! the reply will most likely be posted later tomorrow, as i'm going out of town in a bit and must work out some last minute details. it will arrive soon, however! thanks again for being a part of the thread :)[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: #FF6347; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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harry's come to a completion! thank you very much for your patience, miss! i'm looking forward to the thread
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Winston McDonald
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it wasn't as though he enjoyed people-watching. not as much as he enjoyed mocking those who were people-watching, anyway. however, there were days where souls could afford to be a tad bit hypocritical, and god damn, was today one of those days.
for today, it seems, his final warning was received. his pigheaded boss who smelt of burned cash had finally had enough of his excuses. every "i'm tired," "i'm drunk," and "c'mon, man. can i leave?" had reigned over his patience for too long. for that man had the nerve to call him into his office and 'have a seat.' said seat was out of the scolding sun, mind you, where the old man usually worked, but the feeling of dread placed upon you when you entered the fat man's office was enough to make it seem worse.
their conversation was simple. work hard, or you're out. now, this was the conversation given to every employee when they first signed up to the job, but the truth was that winston had sat through this conversation far more times than he should have. his boss had a heart, at least. giving pity to winston due to his age and his habits. but it seemed as though pity wasn't enough to break through to the old man's reason. no, not even close.
he didn't blame his boss for the talk. honestly, he didn't. this is why he simply nodded after their meeting, fighting the oh so powerful urge to storm out while chanting the classic, "up yours." but still, this dread was enough to get someone down for a while. and what better way to get back up than to crack a beer, park yourself near the front of your condo, and silently judge others to make yourself feel better?
upon doing this, however, he happened upon a kid. well, not a "kid kid" of course. this person did appear to be fresh into life, though. young. much younger than him. and this kid happened to be struggling to move some boxes into their apparent new living space.
what was meant to be an effortless mock actually came out with a lick of concern, this tone causing the man to mentally scold himself after the words were said.
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» green tea.
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https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2386583.new#new
here you go, you two! my sincerest apologies this took so long. i hope this starts us off nice!
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[align=center][size=6pt]★ trek -
[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» adrianne johnson.
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it becomes a rhythm after a while. a slow and steady beat. one which held melancholy but could be looked upon with bright eyes and smiles. the world, it was a song.
a song sung so differently.
however, in the moment, that song was drowned out by another. a much blander beat, but one she danced to nonetheless. said beat was the sweep sweep sweep of the broom as she did her nightly chores around the diner. heart filled with light, of course, but also worry. concern.
for the cappuccino she had left for the woman, the woman who she'd grown to talk to and care for and more, was beginning to grow cold due to how the time had stretched since being placed upon the counter. brown eyes drift towards the cup, then out the large cafe window and into the rustling, bustling night. she knew it was a path the other traveled nightly. she knew the city was all to well known to them both. but in such a big beautiful world, it was a roll of the dice with darkness and light, and you never knew when a bad time could pounce upon you. so quickly. so swift.
the jukebox's music fades and she sets aside her broom, each tick of the clock becoming a tick of her heart as it pounded with new panic, and then suddenly, the dice rolled once more, and the door's bell rung, indicating someone's entry.
high heels let out a ring of their own, a clippity clop, as adrianne whips around, words bouncing from her lips on a heavy, relieved breath. these words arrived with a smile.
"nadene!"
( your character's wonderful! what an adorable pair :) i do hope this starter will do! if not, do let me know! i'll fix it in a jiffy )[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: #FF6347; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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[align=center][font=georgia][size=24]» Johnathon Sanders
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it was all well and good, the kingdom.
the weather was fair, the people even fairer. the laughter of easygoing residents rang happily throughout the land, kindness in their hearts and in their smiles. conflict was minimal and acted as minor bumps in the road at best, for nothing could disturb the peace they had worked so hard to achieve.
within this kingdom, muses a and b lived, happily in love and happily there for each other. though their personalities had the tendency to collide, and their families fluttered their eyes in shock at the arrival of their love, it seemed as though what little hardships they faced melted away when they kissed, and the bright became brighter in the warm seal of their embrace. times got rough. days got dark. but their love only strengthened throughout the years.
but then it all fell apart.
it all fell apart when a nameless foreigner happened upon the kingdom's walls. a villain. a wolf in sheep's clothing. a heartless individual who was to wreak havoc upon the peaceful land. however, due to his sneakiness and the kingdom's open nature, they gladly let the monster in. along with his skill in combat and his connections to the outside.
in a heartbeat, he called upon his armies to charge into the now open kingdom. heavily armed, heavily trained warriors, which greatly outnumbered the kingdom's measly armies. the army wounded the people and their progress greatly before finally being chased away, leaving only a widowed queen and the shadow of a once glorious kingdom.
that was when the civil war began. for along with this betrayal, two sides emerged. two armies. two with bright intentions, intentions to restore the kingdom to its former brilliance, but two very different ways of thinking and feeling and looking upon the tragedy.
one side, the paxions, believed the ordeal was merely a fluke. they believe their kindness should not lessen, not a bit, and that one monster shouldn't have the right to demonize the millions of angels among them. pick up the pieces, and start over. same as before. same as always.
while the other side, bellions, believe justice is the key to the kingdom's rise. more guards. more caution. more pain. security should be strict and strong and sure. punishment should be fierce and hold seriousness above all else. no more fooling around. no more jokes. now is now.
in the chaos, by their force, the two lovers were separated in tears and in pain. muse a to the paxions, and muse b to the bellions. and now they struggle, yet fight, to keep their love alive.
( short summary: muse a and muse b were heavily attached lovers, living side by side in a peaceful, open kingdom. that is, until an unnamed villain stormed into the kingdom, cutting it down with their force and their power and leaving nobody but the now widowed queen to rule over them. the aftermath of this tragedy blossomed in the form of two sides, the bellions and the paxions. and, just like that, a civil war began to brew. now on different sides, now supposedly enemies, the two lovers must fight to remain together, fanning the flames of their love still even if it means risking their lives. )
( go ahead and jump right in! the rules should go without saying. be advanced, follow feralfront's policies, yada-yada-yada. you may pick whichever muse you choose, however please let me know which side they ended up on somewhere in your starter, as to not lead to confusion! )[fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family:georgia; color: green; font-size:9px; margin-top:-8px]{ hover for tags }[/fancypost]
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