[Rainbowfox Ari]

I'm looking to start up a couple of RPs on here, and one of them... I need more than three people!
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Idea: Hospital RP
-If you're interested, please let me know.-

Overall:
A hospital in space originally meant for soldiers and the like during an intergalactic war but seeing some use now that the war is over.

Specifics:
- Meant to cater to MALES ONLY.
- Any and all species.
- Variety of departments, ranging from the mundane to the exotic.
- 1 on 1 patient/doctor relationships.

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Idea: "On The Run"

Overall:
A gang of runaways does something really, really stupid, and winds up getting chased for it.

Specifics:
- Runaway RP with fugitive connotations.
- Preferably male-only, but can do with some girls?
- Would need people to play the agency the gang offended too.
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Idea: CoS Roleplay

Overall:
Using the characters drawn in my shop - Children of Song - to play out a storyline using pre-fabricated events as a launchpad.

Specifics:
- Male/Genderless characters only, as per the shop.
- Would need a few really dedicated RPers to play the 'main' characters...
- Romance between males a strong, even inevitable possibility.
- Would need RPers with willingness to accept a few controversial terms / the way my world is written.

[Ignore all this - I'm trying to figure out how to delete a thread.]

[littl3chocobo]

and this is your only rp idea?

[Rainbowfox Ari]

No - Dad kicked me off before I finished the post. XD
Which I will do so right now.

[littl3chocobo]

ah, ok i can wait

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Okay, NOW I'm done. XD

[littl3chocobo]

the third is vaugue enough to be interesting but all are group rps are they not?

[Rainbowfox Ari]

*Nods* Yes - I'm interested in 1 x 1's, but I'm not entirely sure on how to approach asking about them without sounding like a TOTAL nut.
What I enjoy RPing is kinda... strange to other people.

[littl3chocobo]

well i'm not into group rps but if you have samples i could be wrangled into a 1x1 if you wanted too

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Samples? Why samples? O_o

[littl3chocobo]

to know what you write, how your write, the size of what you write, your consistancy and a whole bunch of other things, i have samples of mine if you'd like

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Oh. No thanks. I can tell from the way that you format your posts, punctuate and such... that you're probably a good writer, and that's enough for me. XD

[littl3chocobo]

haha, but i do not punctuate or format properly(or speak the queens english some days) haha


though i still would like to know about you, i'm not any good about telling a person by their common speech if they are a proficient writer or a literate one, two important facets of any rp, otherwise it will die. choco is very adamant about not picking bad or incompatible partners

[Rainbowfox Ari]

I don't particularly HAVE any pre-made samples...
I've got RPs I've done on other sites I can pull from, but that's about it. Never been asked for a sample before.

[littl3chocobo]

that is what i mean by a sample sweetie haha

[Rainbowfox Ari]

Ooooh. *Feels like a newb* Well, I do have this:

In the rain. At night. Lost and wandering with nowhere to go, and nothing to explain what had happened to him. He couldn't even remember.. snatches of words... phrases... blurred faces, and misplaced names. Where was he? WHO was he? Was there any rhyme to his reason at this point? Or was he simply fishing in the dark for answers that would never come? Was there any point in even dwelling in his own situation, stressing his own mind for such sake as to recover thoughts and emotions that might have never existed in the first place? Or to strain an already-taxed body for some semblance of a journey's end - from a place that might not even be real? Was all of this an imagining of a dreamworld, taking him far beyond the confines of truth and logic? Or was there some grain of fact in all of this, which he could hold to and draw from, to form the pictures in his mind that plagued him by remaining just out of reach.

All he knew right now was what he was living. The wet, yet solid, ground under his pawpads, and the fresh scent of an odd sort of death in the air. When had his senses ever been this acute? And when had the rain ever been this cold and lulling? He was frozen to the bone, fur soaked and matted with mud, blood, dirt, and other such refuse of the gutter. Haunting, space-colored eyes - unnatural in ANY animal - complimented the black fur, giving the beast the impression of something mysterious and magical. A familiar of old. But in such a state. One ear was bleeding and torn, as well as several spots on his small body. Bones showed through, just above the visibly pulsating heart and pumping lungs. Such a thin and scraggly creature to be roaming in a storm. A vet would have surely put him down as a lost cause.

Yet, there was something about him that was enticing. Like that last little bit of cake that just begs to be eaten. One simply HAD to know of this creature. To see it. To touch it. And the creature itself was much obliging to this notion. Slowly, caution written in the odd eyes and stance of the frail body, the cat approached the one who smelled of death.

Picking his way with his paws, toward the odd one who called him so sweetly, he left his cardboard shelter with an air of uncertainty. And what creature could blame him? Soggy as it was, the box had been a haven. A destroyed haven now - as the weight of the very water the rain produced proceeded to collapse the roof as the cat was leaving, granting him a double soaking. He looked like a well-drowned rat, and felt like one too. One weak 'miaow' was given to the dead-one, as he approached further. Now, he was wet, tired, and very hungry.

As the animal drew closer to the vampire, his eyes shifted left and right. Studying the situation. Should he prove to be the dead-one's snack, he would have no chance to escape. He was too weak to trust his own body, and too sick to make much of a struggle. If it came to that, he would succumb to death as surely as he might if left untended. It was a gamble as best, and a mission of suicide at worst. Either way, he'd end up the same as all the strays before him. Collarless and cold, murdered by the cruelty of the Nature they belonged to, and the heartless barrage of the streets of Man. A bleak existence, leading to a bleaker departure. But a home? Even with that smell of the grave, it was a better offer than he'd had in a long time - or ever would again. He was a cat at the very end of his nine chances for survival. A fall at THIS point would not land him on his feet, but on his back with paws dangling in the air. A chance for comfortable slavery was better than no chance at all. And soft hands to touch and pet and tickle sounded better by the moment.

Another flash of lightning showed the grisly animal stalking toward the one who offered such a life. Stalking slowly and with much care - as if a single missed pawstep would shatter the hope that waited in the arms of that other, waiting there to take him 'home'. There was something familiar and comforting about that word, home. Something he wanted to discover. He offered another vocal assent to the dead one, before reaching him, and arching against the outstretching hand, soaked or not. Misplaced affection? Perhaps. But it was a sorely needed dose of purity in this damp and dirty cell of choice imprisonment. And, even though his fur was dirty and thoroughly imbued with the deluge of rain, it seemed a caress.

Which is fairly long, and I don't USUALLY write that much unless I'm feeling uber-inspired...

[littl3chocobo]

hm, it has a lot of potential, though the first part is too hurried and fragmented to the extreme in the first paragraph though it sits well in the second. the last two are nicely placed though. my only catch is you use words that, while being /correct/, are not exactly fitting for the situation, your cat has an eclectic vocabulary

though i have a weird question, how would the cat know it was a vampire and that it was risking consumption by drawing near, the thought seems oddly human with all of the back-knowledge one would need to articulate that sentance the way your cat did