Post by jayy on Dec 7, 2011 17:53:16 GMT 1
BLAHBLAH BLAHBLAH BLAHBLAH,
come bathe in my wine for a while !
eighteen; marc; slytherin; cynical
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come bathe in my wine for a while !
eighteen; marc; slytherin; cynical
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HELLO, MY NAME IS JAYY?! AND I'M A NINTEEN YEAR OLD DUDE.
I LOVE YOUR SITE. I FOUND IT THROUGH PROBOARDS SUPPORT. YOU
MAY KNOW ME AS N/A. YOU CAN CONTACT ME
AT MSN OR AIM (LISTED IN MARC'S PROFILE). HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE! MUCH LOVE FROM ME!
HELLO, MY NAME IS JAYY?! AND I'M A NINTEEN YEAR OLD DUDE.
I LOVE YOUR SITE. I FOUND IT THROUGH PROBOARDS SUPPORT. YOU
MAY KNOW ME AS N/A. YOU CAN CONTACT ME
AT MSN OR AIM (LISTED IN MARC'S PROFILE). HERE'S MY ROLEPLAY SAMPLE! MUCH LOVE FROM ME!
A figure, tall and lanky, walked down the cracked sidewalks that had been deemed part of 'Old Town'. Why it was called that was pretty obvious. Here the buildings were rusted, their bricks starting to show their true age with different cracked patterns, fading from what use to be bright reds and oranges to deep maroons and brownish tints. It reminded him of Liverpool. Oh what he would give sometimes to go back to that place, to smell the sweet smell of oil drifting through the lower parts of town as the ships made way to the docks. He had to admit though, this was close enough to home, and close enough to figure out what was calling him here.
Cigarette smoke drifted through the still air, coming from the lips of a stranger in town. His feet hit the sidewalk one after another, leading him more and more down the lane with every single step. His brown eyes looked down momentarily, finding the irony in the crack-less pavement that sat outside the decaying buildings. It was funny, only enough to send a sharp shiver up his spine and cause a small crackle of laughter to escape his lips. He kept walking, stuck between a tourist's walk and one of familiarity, like he had walked the streets many years ago and was just returning once more. Every step rattled his bones, and every step brought him closer to the pub.
The sign outside read 'Cauer's', complete with a maroon lion, reared up on its hind legs, claws going for the sky. Once again he reminisced about home, his heart slightly swelling with sadness before dissipating into nothing. Pausing outside the door for a moment, he peered into the bar, watching what he assumed where the "usuals" gathered around different tables, each smiling and laughing as one told a story about how they lost a bet on a game, or making fun of someone else for what they did years ago. They were of the older crowd, something he didn't mind, but didn't enjoy either. Older people had their share of stories, but they also had their share of fears.
The door opened easily, despite its age, giving off a sharp ding of a bell signaling a new arrival. As the man stepped inside, he peered around for a split second, his eyes finding that no one had moved nor even paid any attention to the bell. 'Good' He thought. 'Better not get any attention on me'self quite yet.' He walked over to the bar, looking at all the bottles that lined the shelves with half-hearted want. He knew now why his feet had brought him here. He needed a drink. Sitting down, he let his faded brown trench coat fall behind him, covering up the back end of the stool. It took a few moments, but the bartender made it over after finishing his chat, and asked what he wanted to drink. "Gin and Tonic, mate." The man spoke, his accent clinging to the air like the smoke inside the place. This caused a glimmer of curiosity to spark in the bartender's eye, but the man ignored it and watched as he went off to mix the drink.
After another moment of waiting, the bartender came back with the drink, placing it in front of him. No thank you was ushered from the man. Instead he picked up the glass, took a sip, and then proceeded to pull out a pack of Marlboros, pulling out one and lighting it. The smoke filled his lungs, cycling about, fueling his brain with the needed nicotine before escaping through his lips. It was then the usual for him, taking a drag, then a sip, then another drag again. Before he knew it, the glass became empty and the cigarette began to taste like burnt hair, forcing him to put it out in the ashtray to his right. His ears filled with the sounds of chit chatter, nothing out of the norm in his field of study. Just the men talking about sports, their marriages, and little Johnny boy who pulled an A on his science report. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here? But then again the bell clang once more, and the only person to turn around was Al, his brown eyes looking for the next figure to enter the bar.
Cigarette smoke drifted through the still air, coming from the lips of a stranger in town. His feet hit the sidewalk one after another, leading him more and more down the lane with every single step. His brown eyes looked down momentarily, finding the irony in the crack-less pavement that sat outside the decaying buildings. It was funny, only enough to send a sharp shiver up his spine and cause a small crackle of laughter to escape his lips. He kept walking, stuck between a tourist's walk and one of familiarity, like he had walked the streets many years ago and was just returning once more. Every step rattled his bones, and every step brought him closer to the pub.
The sign outside read 'Cauer's', complete with a maroon lion, reared up on its hind legs, claws going for the sky. Once again he reminisced about home, his heart slightly swelling with sadness before dissipating into nothing. Pausing outside the door for a moment, he peered into the bar, watching what he assumed where the "usuals" gathered around different tables, each smiling and laughing as one told a story about how they lost a bet on a game, or making fun of someone else for what they did years ago. They were of the older crowd, something he didn't mind, but didn't enjoy either. Older people had their share of stories, but they also had their share of fears.
The door opened easily, despite its age, giving off a sharp ding of a bell signaling a new arrival. As the man stepped inside, he peered around for a split second, his eyes finding that no one had moved nor even paid any attention to the bell. 'Good' He thought. 'Better not get any attention on me'self quite yet.' He walked over to the bar, looking at all the bottles that lined the shelves with half-hearted want. He knew now why his feet had brought him here. He needed a drink. Sitting down, he let his faded brown trench coat fall behind him, covering up the back end of the stool. It took a few moments, but the bartender made it over after finishing his chat, and asked what he wanted to drink. "Gin and Tonic, mate." The man spoke, his accent clinging to the air like the smoke inside the place. This caused a glimmer of curiosity to spark in the bartender's eye, but the man ignored it and watched as he went off to mix the drink.
After another moment of waiting, the bartender came back with the drink, placing it in front of him. No thank you was ushered from the man. Instead he picked up the glass, took a sip, and then proceeded to pull out a pack of Marlboros, pulling out one and lighting it. The smoke filled his lungs, cycling about, fueling his brain with the needed nicotine before escaping through his lips. It was then the usual for him, taking a drag, then a sip, then another drag again. Before he knew it, the glass became empty and the cigarette began to taste like burnt hair, forcing him to put it out in the ashtray to his right. His ears filled with the sounds of chit chatter, nothing out of the norm in his field of study. Just the men talking about sports, their marriages, and little Johnny boy who pulled an A on his science report. Maybe it was a bad idea to come here? But then again the bell clang once more, and the only person to turn around was Al, his brown eyes looking for the next figure to enter the bar.
HEY-O. HOLD THE PHONE, WE GOTTA GIVE UP SOME STREET CRED.
SO THIS SIMPLE APPLICATION WAS CODED BY MANDA, AKA THAT
LOVE IN C MAJOR ! CHICK ON THAT CAUTION WEBSITE.
I THINK SHE'D TOTALLY APPRECIATE IT IF WE LEFT THIS CREDIT
ON HERE. OR ELSE SHE MIGHT SEND SOMETHING AFTER US. I DO
N'T WANT TO BE CAUGHT TAKING THIS FROM HER, SO I THINK I
WILL LEAVE IT ON HERE AND NOT TAKE IT OFF LIKE A SMART KID.
SO THIS SIMPLE APPLICATION WAS CODED BY MANDA, AKA THAT
LOVE IN C MAJOR ! CHICK ON THAT CAUTION WEBSITE.
I THINK SHE'D TOTALLY APPRECIATE IT IF WE LEFT THIS CREDIT
ON HERE. OR ELSE SHE MIGHT SEND SOMETHING AFTER US. I DO
N'T WANT TO BE CAUGHT TAKING THIS FROM HER, SO I THINK I
WILL LEAVE IT ON HERE AND NOT TAKE IT OFF LIKE A SMART KID.