Post by Rosha on Nov 3, 2010 17:55:25 GMT -6
Hi, I've been a member here for quite sometime. I just really never got active. But, I noticed that here, you guys use rping like; *runs into camp panting* Hey, what's up?
Not that I have a problem with it. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and who am I to judge yours'? Well, anyway - I'm used to rping longer paragraphs in third person, would it be okay if I continued to rp like this on here?
Here's a sample of my rping from another site;
Michelle shrunk back at his harsh tone, she was scared now. What if Banshee decided to punish her for not acting once he had landed on the ground. She looked at her paws, ashamed, how could she have been so stupid? Of course she should have helped him, but she didn't because she was an idiot. Which was really no excuse at all.
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, her blue eyes watering. "I know I'm not worthy of it, but please forgive me." The white she-cat pleaded, her heart racing. Would she even be getting out of twolegplace alive? She definitely didn't deserve too.
"D-do, you need help s-sir?" She asked him, noting his struggle getting to his feet, and then how he had settled down again. Could his fall really had hurt him that badly? If it had, maybe he wouldn't try to kill her after all, or well, be able to do it. ". . . Or, do you need me to get help, from your twoleg? . . . Are you hurt bad?" Even though she was horribly afraid of this cat, she didn't want him to be hurt. She liked him.
Her head was spinning, she didn't know what to do. "I-I. . . I'll go get help." She swallowed, starting to walk closer to the twoleg-house. "I will get your twoleg, and it will fix you." She was shaking so bad she could hardly walk. She was walking so slow too. . . But if she sped up, would she make Banshee mad? Oh, but walking slower seemed dangerous; What if Banshee grabbed her? "I'm so sorry." She sniffled, regretting walking over to him in the first place. It was a mistake.
Thanks to her mistake, she had hurt a cat. Got a cat mad at her. And thanks to her mistake, she would probably be killed. Stupid Michelle! Stupid Michelle! She silently scolded herself. Every time she talked to somebody things like this happened, well . . . Not like this, like this. But something bad always happened. Always.
She stopped in mid step, and turned around to stare at the tom-cat she had been talking to. She stared at him. He was young, she decided; Well, not young-young. Full grown, obviously. Much younger than herself, the white she-cat was beginning to show signs of aging. If it came to a fight. . . She knew he would win. She was a lover, not a fighter; A pacifist. She couldn't fight, well. But she could pretend.
She started walking back to Banshee, walking more confident than she had before. She stopped in front of him and stomped a front paw into the ground. No, this wasn't her. The real Michelle would never do something like this. The real Michelle would never stand up for herself like she was now doing.
But this wasn't the real Michelle. Oh no. The real Michelle was gone; Well, no. Still there. But, hiding. Hiding under her pretend self. She swallowed, and then grinned down at the tom raising her paw and then stamping it into the ground again.
No, this wasn't her. And yet it was. It was Michelle, pretending to be a braver Michelle. A different Michelle. You could say that she wasn't exactly sane, and yeah. . . You'd be right. But she wasn't aware of that. To her, she was the victim who was about to - Well, attempt to - become the bully.
This wasn't the first time she had played pretend, and changed her personality. No, no, no. She had done it several times before. Probably was the reason she had no friends. No family. No mate.
"Listen." She cried out, her voice shrill as she stomped her paw into the ground another time. "You gotta be nice." She said again, some shrillness leaving her voice. "You gotta. . . Say sorry." The you gotta part came out rather kit-like, but the say sorry part escaped her lips in a menacing growl.
She had gone; The timid creature that had once been there had left on a vacation. There was no set date for her return either, there never was. It all depended on what Banshee would do.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes, yet she didn't realize it. Tears were dripping off of her face, and landing on the ground. But she didn't realize it. She was much too worked up about anything to realize it.
"Banshee, I love you! Why can't you love me too?" She was getting a little carried away now, of course she didn't love this cat; She barely knew him. She was simply playing pretend. Yes, just playing the role of the obsessed female. Why though, she was doing it she didn't know.
Well, actually. Yes, she did. She was playing the role of the obsessed female because it was easier than playing her usual role; Herself. Timid, scared, meak, shy, softspoken Michelle was a scary role to be in. Like playing a teenager in a horror movie; She was always the victim.
Playing a psycho was funner. When you were a psycho, nobody was above you. And she was above Banshee now; At least, well. . . She thought she was. "NOW SAY SORRY. . . And tell me you love me, honey." Oh how she loved to play pretend.
So, would I be allowed to continue to rp like that here?
Not that I have a problem with it. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and who am I to judge yours'? Well, anyway - I'm used to rping longer paragraphs in third person, would it be okay if I continued to rp like this on here?
Here's a sample of my rping from another site;
Michelle shrunk back at his harsh tone, she was scared now. What if Banshee decided to punish her for not acting once he had landed on the ground. She looked at her paws, ashamed, how could she have been so stupid? Of course she should have helped him, but she didn't because she was an idiot. Which was really no excuse at all.
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, her blue eyes watering. "I know I'm not worthy of it, but please forgive me." The white she-cat pleaded, her heart racing. Would she even be getting out of twolegplace alive? She definitely didn't deserve too.
"D-do, you need help s-sir?" She asked him, noting his struggle getting to his feet, and then how he had settled down again. Could his fall really had hurt him that badly? If it had, maybe he wouldn't try to kill her after all, or well, be able to do it. ". . . Or, do you need me to get help, from your twoleg? . . . Are you hurt bad?" Even though she was horribly afraid of this cat, she didn't want him to be hurt. She liked him.
Her head was spinning, she didn't know what to do. "I-I. . . I'll go get help." She swallowed, starting to walk closer to the twoleg-house. "I will get your twoleg, and it will fix you." She was shaking so bad she could hardly walk. She was walking so slow too. . . But if she sped up, would she make Banshee mad? Oh, but walking slower seemed dangerous; What if Banshee grabbed her? "I'm so sorry." She sniffled, regretting walking over to him in the first place. It was a mistake.
Thanks to her mistake, she had hurt a cat. Got a cat mad at her. And thanks to her mistake, she would probably be killed. Stupid Michelle! Stupid Michelle! She silently scolded herself. Every time she talked to somebody things like this happened, well . . . Not like this, like this. But something bad always happened. Always.
She stopped in mid step, and turned around to stare at the tom-cat she had been talking to. She stared at him. He was young, she decided; Well, not young-young. Full grown, obviously. Much younger than herself, the white she-cat was beginning to show signs of aging. If it came to a fight. . . She knew he would win. She was a lover, not a fighter; A pacifist. She couldn't fight, well. But she could pretend.
She started walking back to Banshee, walking more confident than she had before. She stopped in front of him and stomped a front paw into the ground. No, this wasn't her. The real Michelle would never do something like this. The real Michelle would never stand up for herself like she was now doing.
But this wasn't the real Michelle. Oh no. The real Michelle was gone; Well, no. Still there. But, hiding. Hiding under her pretend self. She swallowed, and then grinned down at the tom raising her paw and then stamping it into the ground again.
No, this wasn't her. And yet it was. It was Michelle, pretending to be a braver Michelle. A different Michelle. You could say that she wasn't exactly sane, and yeah. . . You'd be right. But she wasn't aware of that. To her, she was the victim who was about to - Well, attempt to - become the bully.
This wasn't the first time she had played pretend, and changed her personality. No, no, no. She had done it several times before. Probably was the reason she had no friends. No family. No mate.
"Listen." She cried out, her voice shrill as she stomped her paw into the ground another time. "You gotta be nice." She said again, some shrillness leaving her voice. "You gotta. . . Say sorry." The you gotta part came out rather kit-like, but the say sorry part escaped her lips in a menacing growl.
She had gone; The timid creature that had once been there had left on a vacation. There was no set date for her return either, there never was. It all depended on what Banshee would do.
Tears were pouring out of her eyes, yet she didn't realize it. Tears were dripping off of her face, and landing on the ground. But she didn't realize it. She was much too worked up about anything to realize it.
"Banshee, I love you! Why can't you love me too?" She was getting a little carried away now, of course she didn't love this cat; She barely knew him. She was simply playing pretend. Yes, just playing the role of the obsessed female. Why though, she was doing it she didn't know.
Well, actually. Yes, she did. She was playing the role of the obsessed female because it was easier than playing her usual role; Herself. Timid, scared, meak, shy, softspoken Michelle was a scary role to be in. Like playing a teenager in a horror movie; She was always the victim.
Playing a psycho was funner. When you were a psycho, nobody was above you. And she was above Banshee now; At least, well. . . She thought she was. "NOW SAY SORRY. . . And tell me you love me, honey." Oh how she loved to play pretend.
So, would I be allowed to continue to rp like that here?
