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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 3:27 pm
Yeah, so, I decided that we needed another chill spot and so, I've decided on right here! It's kinda like a livingroom sort of place, but, we have whatever you want in it, pretty much. so, just don't go abusing the stuff, alright? hope that this place gets to be good!
Wolfhard walks in and looks around, "Cool, I guess I can kick back here for a while. Maybe some more people will come." He, Wolfhard, is tall, keeps to himself most often, but will talk if the person can interest him. He's a little ominous looking; there have been rumors that he's a werewolf. When asked, he does not answer. He has the body of a person who has been working all of his life; his hands are calloused from work, his hair is a bit long and dark brown, but his hat hides most of it. The most noticable feature that he has is his eyes; they have an odd, reddish glow to them.
He notices the various sofas are around the room and sits down to relax in one. Looking around the room, he notices a few characteristics that he overlooked coming in. The floor is wooden, the walls are also wood; logs to be exact. on the ceiling has an elaborate chandelier hanging from it. In the corner there is an old wood stove. "Guess that they fire that up in the winter" he thins to himself. There are quite a few pictures on the walls around him; they vary from scenery to people. A tv is also in the room. Wolfhard realizes how tired he is, and, after looking at a few things, he lies down for a nap.....
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:34 pm
((Alright, hate to bring it up, but you need to clean up your "room". Give us other RPers a frame of reference--a character, a setting, and something that he or she is doing. Example?
"It's a brightly lit antechamber, deep swaths of sunlight pooling on the marble floors and glancing up onto the walls in luminous squares of light. The heavy velveteen perfume of roses hangs like a tangible veil over the entire setting, drifted from an open window opening onto the busy New York street.
Splayed out across the room, situated about a tall, wall-length bookcase, deep couches and highbacked chairs spread their arms invitingly. Lounging in one is a pale, slumbering figure draped in a faded nightgown, one arm thrown over her eyes and the other clutching a raggedy novel to her chest. Her hair falls in glistening streams of ebony, puddling on the floor.
Across the room, knees drawn up and brow furrowed in concentration, sits a near replica of the first woman. The only difference, as far as many can tell, is that this one's eyes are two bottomless pools of inky black, dark as night, as sin, as raven's wing. A little, bitter smile twists about her lips as she reads and she twists a silver ring about her smallest finger."
I'm not saying that it needs to be so very wordy but you get the general idea--in other words, no 'Walks in and looks around', cappiche? What we'd really like is general literacy, so also please make an effort to capitalise and punctuate accordingly.
-Thanks,
--Management))
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 9:42 pm
(Sorry about that. I was just trying to be kind of vague so that other people could add whatever they wanted to as they came in. That was my original intention. I did not want to say what the place looked like in a definitive way. But, I will keep what you said in mind whenever I do post.) Yeah, I should have mentioned that in the first post. I'm sorry to all of you. As I just mentioned, I left the details vague so that everybody could add in whatever they wanted in order to liven the place up. Sorry that i didn't clarify that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 10:10 pm
((C'est rien--it's nothing. If you'd like, you can change your first post or just add something after this.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:19 pm
(Alright then, FYI to all, if you enter and think that there is something that really needs to be in the room, it's there. That is why the description was a little lacking. Is that cool with everybody? So, just mention it or something. Ex. "....while looking about the room to see if there is anything interesting...so-and-so...notices...." Will that work?)
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 8:59 pm
The woman walked into room with a sort of preoccupied grace, one hand clutching her flute and the other fiddling nervously the hair that fell darkly about her face.
"H-hello? Is anyone there?" She only wanted a quiet place to practive and play. Having people hear her was embarassing--a funny idea as Quen never failed to point out because she was in a band. However...
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:49 pm
He heard somebody walk into the room, and woke up. *Huh?* "Who's there?" he asks? He sees a young woman; she's clutching a flute and playing with her hair. "Oh, hello," he says, "the name’s Wolfhard. How do you do?" Noticing that she seems a bit nervous at him being in the room, he smiles to show friendly intentions and invites her to sit down. "Join me, won't you? I would love to hear you play your flute" he says. "Maybe we could play something together, if you can teach me anything" he adds, taking out a harmonica.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 1:24 pm
Eve blinked and drew her hair about her to hide her blush. A hand extended from under the folds of her cloak, long-fingered and ghostly pale. "I'm--uh--Eve. It's a pleasure...Wolfhard, was it?
"I'm afraid my playing's merely mediocre," Her blush heightened, creeping along her cheekbones, "But I've never had the pleasure of meeting a harmonica player before--won't you play for me?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 5:17 pm
"Pleasure to meet you, Eve, and yes, Wolhard's the name" he says, taking her hand in friendly gesture, bending to kiss it. "Oh, don't worry about skill, the music is all about how one listens to and responds to it," he says, "as for playing something for you, I will gladly try to play something that will catch your fancy" Wolfhard begins to play the harmonica. The tune is slower, with a gloomy air to it. To many, the tune chills to the bone, but to Wolfhard, it relaxes and comforts him. He doesn't know why, but tunes sush as these come from within him with ease.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 11:42 am
What a charmer, Eve thought dryly, twirling a strand of inky-black hair about her finger.
The music began softly, a little trill that raised the hairs on the nape of her neck. It seemed almost a cold wind that blew about the room, sometimes then something that slithered up her arms and into her ears...Yet at the same time, there was something darkly sane about it. Dependable, inevitable--not comforting per se, but seductive nevertheless.
Eve closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. It's beautiful, she realized with a small smile.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 6:25 pm
Wow, she is beautiful, he thought to himself as he played.
He did all that he could to try and make his music pleasing to her, he wanted her to at least like his little songs that he played. He rarely met anyone that liked his harmonica playing.
When Wolfhard had finished, he looked up slowly at her to see what she had to say about it. "I hope that you found my playing enjoyable?" he asked her. He smiled as he said it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 6:19 pm
"It's lovely," She said honestly, lips curling into a langorous smile, "It has a certain frankness..."
Eve grinned and shrugged--she wasn't looking for romance but friendship with this guy could be fun. Stretching and locking her fingers behind her head, she leaned back into the seat with her feet curled under her.
"Perhaps I could play something for you?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2007 5:46 pm
"Why, thank you," he responds.
Wolfhard thinks to himself, Well, she's pretty, but she'd never go for a guy like me.
She wants to play ME someting, huh? Well, that's nice of her... "I would love to hear some of your playing," he tells her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 4:25 pm
Gray eyes glinting mischeviously over the lip of her instrument, she raised it and began to play. Her fingers splayed over the instrument--caressing, teasing, drawing forth note after note of pure, brilliant sound. It was a merry, dancing tune that broke over the senses like a wave of emotion and when she finally pulled the flute from her lips, it was like a well had run dry.
She was panting slightly, lips parted as she drew breath. "Did you like it?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 12:14 pm
Did I like it? What kind of question is that? he thinks. That was one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard, I loved it! is what is racing in his mind, but what comes from his mouth is, "That was a wonderful tune. I really enjoyed it. I have not heard playing like that in a long time..." Althouugh, he did not mention to her that the tune sounded oddly familiar to him...and then he noticed. Eve's playing had awakened something in him; brought out his other side. His hands had started to form into the claws and his teeth had become slightly more pointed. Wolfhard hid his hands behind his back in a casual manner and tried not to smile too much; at least, not until he had control back. He didn't want Eve to think that he was a freak, too. She was too nice, and one of the few friends that he had. "Perhaps you could play me something else; a little slower perhaps?" he asks her in order to stall for a bit more time.
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