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 Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:32 pm
Hello, there. I'm Seven and this is my gallery of posting history. In general I'll use this to show off my older posts as samples for roleplays. Only I may post here. This is only for others to look at.
Each sample will have a link to whatever thread it is from. And will tell you exactly how far down the linked page, and what page, it is.
:3 Thanks for your... patience? Attention?
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:35 pm
SeventhFlamingVindication Cassis's tense shoulders relaxed, putting up the image of nonchalance. Her eyes slid over the top of the bar, took in the bartender before moving to Jude's face. They lingered there a moment before she turned her head to stare at the door of the Spirits. Someone was plotting on the other side of that wall. She would not want to leave this Tavern by herself. Worst case scenario would involve them coming in to get her and complicating her situation.
Cassis frowned at the door, then turned her attention back to Jude, who had begun speaking to her again. Her mouth curved up into a smile, cool and calm, nothing special. "I do several things in my free time," she said, vaguely at first. "I have a strong interest in music. I compose and perform. I enjoy visiting the Spirits." She was investigating rumors that hackers used a part of the Spirits as a headquarters. "It's someplace to relax, listen to other people enjoy themselves." Information gathering. Her hobbies were her job. Maybe she needed to find something else to do.
She blinked, tilted her head down to sip from her drink--yay for straws--continuing to look at Jude. "What about you?"
Weiss nodded along again, listening. "It all sounds like an incredibly complicated issue. We have a technological development floor. Perhaps you could toss ideas back and forth with some of the technicians. They're rather accepting, considering there are some soldiers who have a skill for dealing with things like that."
He listened to Krisek's wonderings, but kept his mouth shut. He knew better than to bring up what others were simply thinking. Responding to thoughts made people feel wary about what he was hearing from them. It made it hard to keep up the feeling of being... at least somewhat normal. Of course, keeping up a stoic facade and starting fights with Ruji over the things he thought at him made that difficult enough...
"It would be a good idea." This is a post from a roleplay I made myself. One male character, one female. Page five, fourth post. There are further examples of my posting throughout the rp.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:39 pm
SeventhFlamingVindication  With a breezy sigh, Allise moved through the flow of students. It was always so crowded in the hallways. People were constantly stopping in the middle of the hallway or cutting into the traffic of bodies and moving slower than average. It was a never-ending cycle of stop, start, dodge, execute some weird, complicated maneuver to avoid being push up against a wall or locker, and then repeat. But that was alright. She used to it already. Allise let out a breath of relief as she broke free of the student traffic, stopping to shove her Dual English book into her locker and pull out her trusty navy-blue jacket, draping it over her arm. The locker door was promptly shut, and she began her short journey to the door. When she stepped out into the dim light of the outside, Allise breathed a sigh of relief. Even if it wasn't bright and sunny out, it was still just that: Out. Out of the school, to be exact. Her wide eyes squinted against the light that, however dim, still outshone the scanty lights of the hallway. Using the hand that wasn't holding her jacket against her abdomen, she shaded her eyes, smiling brightly when she saw her boyfriend. This was always her favorite part of the day--even if it was dull and gray out.
Page one, post five.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:42 pm
SeventhFlamingVindication Roxanne had nothing particularly important to do on this wonderful summer evening. Unless she was called in--she now had her own handy-dandy cellphone, yaaaaay--she didn't have work. This meant she had the entire night to compose and practice her pieces. If she was going to try to get a music contract, she would have to practice. Working all the time made it hard for her to do so, so this night off was like a god-send... sort of.
Something had occurred to her early in the day, though: if she was so confident in her talents, why hadn't she tried to get a job at the Cabaret? Roxanne had never really considered it until today. And as much as she loved seeing Jess's sour face and dealing with the Zippy-Mart's... assortment of... visitors, she wondered if she'd be better off there. Maybe she would go in and see if she could get a job there.
In fact, at the very moment, she was walking toward the Cabaret. Oh, and Jess, too... She switched her violin case from one hand to the other and greeted him cheerily, trying to pretend that she wasn't looking for a new job.
"Hey, Jess," she said with a smile, "working all night again?"
As much as she disliked his attitude, she still made sure to be friendly to him. Most of the time. It usually wasn't a very productive interaction anyway. Oohhhh, weeeellll.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:57 pm
SeventhFlamingVindication  Let there be nothing to stop you...Zavier Myatra stepped into the darkened living room with a heavy yawn, having somehow made it through the house without encountering a single person. For the last hour or so, all he could hear was screaming, ringing doorbells, thuds, bangs, and the like. From what he could recall, the house had never been this noisy--not even when they were kids!--and it was disturbing his sleep. Of course, he was very aware of what the sources of noise were. He just had to wonder why they had to make so much of it.
Taking a deep breath, the twenty-year-old started for the kitchen, as that seemed to be the central location of the ongoing cacophony of sounds. "Still morning, and there's already enough noise here to make a person think we're housing an entire farm instead of six girls," he said quietly, surveying the different people who were there.
...from reenacting even your wildest dreams.
Yet another example. I'm not quite as proud of this one, but it's here.
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