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 Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:29 pm
 ☆☠☆〖 Quι βeαяʂ 〗☆☠☆ Here are the basics of Role Playing!
Most people chose a color that represents their character so that they can see when they posted and also if anyone has replied to your post.
Some Rpers will set up their post the following:
Jack entered the room and pointed at Time saying, "DAMN IT I LOVE YOU!" Oh my god did i just say that? He thought while still standing in the middle of the room looking rather stupid.
As you can see what is being said is in quotation marks and is bolded so that what is being said will not blend in with the rest of the rp. Also you notice the italics? That is inner monologue or thought this represents what is NOT being said and just thought so other role players will not respond to it. ☆☠☆〖 Ŀøvεʂ Υøʋ 〗☆☠☆
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:35 pm
☆☠☆〖 Quι βeαяʂ 〗☆☠☆ There are many different ways of setting up a post yet this is the one that most people use for it is simple.
Some rpers will use different colors to represent what is said, action, and thought.
EX:
Jack entered the room and pointed at Time saying, "DAMN IT I LOVE YOU!" Oh my god did i just say that? He thought while still standing in the middle of the room looking rather stupid.
Others will just do a simplified version of the 'standard' Post setup. Instead of using bold or italics, apostrophes are used to represent what is thought.
EX:
Jack entered the room and pointed at Time saying, "DAMN IT I LOVE YOU!" 'Oh my god did i just say that?' He thought while still standing in the middle of the room looking rather stupid. ☆☠☆〖 Ŀøvεʂ Υøʋ 〗☆☠☆
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 2:41 pm
☆☠☆〖 Quι βeαяʂ 〗☆☠☆ Practice Time!
Go ahead and 'play' with each different style to see which is better for you as a role player. I will give you a simple scenario that will require the following
Three Actions
Two What is said
One Thought
You are walking down the street when you see one of your friends walking towards you.
☆☠☆〖 Ŀøvεʂ Υøʋ 〗☆☠☆
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 7:50 pm
Becky glanced over her shoulder as she walked, burying her thing hands deep in the pockets of her winter coat as she walked. The street was busy--packed, really. Something she'd been hoping for; something she was grateful for. Perhaps then she wouldn't be spotted...? Becky spotted someone from the corner of her eye, someone she easily recognized. She ducked her ehad down, hoping that she wouldn't be spotted. No such luck. The other--a handsome older gentleman with ginger hair--raised his hand in a half-wave and began toward her. Becky hurriedly fell into step behind some people entering an open doorway. It was a pub. Perfect. Becky made her way to the bar, and grabbed the farthest seat she could from the door, all the way at the end of the counter. A bright-eyed barmaid noticed her, and spared her a wide smile.
"Jeez, aren't you hot in all that?" She looked friendly enough. And she was right; the pub was much warmer then the freezing New York air she'd just escaped from. Becky was beginning to over heat. But she didn't have time to get comfortable. So she simply shrugged and turned her gaze to the door, to check if her 'friend' had followed her in.
The girl was persistant, and instead of going back to the other costumers she made her way over to Becky and leaned toward her.
"Well then, why not a drink to cool you off?"
Becky glanced at her again and promptly shook her head.
"No, thanks." Gods her voice sounded cracked even to her own ears. How long had it been since she spoke? Not for at least a hundred years. She thought bitterly.
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Becky glanced over her shoulder as she walked, burying her thing hands deep in the pockets of her winter coat as she walked. The street was busy--packed, really. Something she'd been hoping for; something she was grateful for. Perhaps then she wouldn't be spotted...? Becky spotted someone from the corner of her eye, someone she easily recognized. She ducked her ehad down, hoping that she wouldn't be spotted. No such luck. The other--a handsome older gentleman with ginger hair--raised his hand in a half-wave and began toward her. Becky hurriedly fell into step behind some people entering an open doorway. It was a pub. Perfect. Becky made her way to the bar, and grabbed the farthest seat she could from the door, all the way at the end of the counter. A bright-eyed barmaid noticed her, and spared her a wide smile.
"Jeez, aren't you hot in all that?" She looked friendly enough. And she was right; the pub was much warmer then the freezing New York air she'd just escaped from. Becky was beginning to over heat. But she didn't have time to get comfortable. So she simply shrugged and turned her gaze to the door, to check if her 'friend' had followed her in.
The girl was persistant, and instead of going back to the other costumers she made her way over to Becky and leaned toward her.
"Well then, why not a drink to cool you off?"
Becky glanced at her again and promptly shook her head.
"No, thanks." Gods her voice sounded cracked even to her own ears. How long had it been since she spoke? 'Not for at least a hundred years.' She thought bitterly.
- - - - - - - - -
Becky glanced over her shoulder as she walked, burying her thing hands deep in the pockets of her winter coat as she walked. The street was busy--packed, really. Something she'd been hoping for; something she was grateful for. Perhaps then she wouldn't be spotted...? Becky spotted someone from the corner of her eye, someone she easily recognized. She ducked her ehad down, hoping that she wouldn't be spotted. No such luck. The other--a handsome older gentleman with ginger hair--raised his hand in a half-wave and began toward her. Becky hurriedly fell into step behind some people entering an open doorway. It was a pub. Perfect. Becky made her way to the bar, and grabbed the farthest seat she could from the door, all the way at the end of the counter. A bright-eyed barmaid noticed her, and spared her a wide smile.
"Jeez, aren't you hot in all that?" She looked friendly enough. And she was right; the pub was much warmer then the freezing New York air she'd just escaped from. Becky was beginning to over heat. But she didn't have time to get comfortable. So she simply shrugged and turned her gaze to the door, to check if her 'friend' had followed her in.
The girl was persistant, and instead of going back to the other costumers she made her way over to Becky and leaned toward her.
"Well then, why not a drink to cool you off?"
Becky glanced at her again and promptly shook her head.
"No, thanks." Gods her voice sounded cracked even to her own ears. How long had it been since she spoke? Not for at least a hundred years. She thought bitterly.
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So I'm thinking I like #1 the best, even though I've been using the second.
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