Searching for Literate RP partners
Why I'm Searching and What I'm Searching For
I'm posting this here because I keep getting younger gals and guys trying to RP with me and its honestly not what I'm looking for. I'm going to be 20 this year and I need someone as literate as myself to RP with. I've already found one, and she's great to RP with, and she's a member of this community, so I figured there are a few more hiding around somewhere xD.
What You Need To Do
If you would like to RP with me, post up a response to my RP sample, or make up your own and If I'm interested I will PM you from my side account. Please, if you are interested, have somewhere I can contact you, such as Skype, Gmail, AIM, etc. I don't RP on CS, forums I don't know, etc. If this needs to be moved, I understand.
My sample
The brute was in a bar, a frequent place now a days since his wife had been lost and he had taken up yet another Mercenary job. He was seated toward the back, a glass within his hands as he leaned back into the booths seat. It had been a while since he had been this drunk, and knowing his body, he'd be drunk well into the next day. There was a sigh from his scarred lips as he let the last drop from his glass drip to his tongue, why did it always have to be gone so quickly. Crimson orbs glanced around, then up as he noticed an unfamiliar figure slide into the booth opposite of his.
Fear examined her for a moment, yep, definitely not familiar. He almost flicked his gaze away but managed to catch her eye. He cleared his throat and looked away, snapping his fingers and instantly being supplied another drink. Easy peasy, humans were so easily to manipulate with cash. He took a long pull from the liquor, and quietly set the glass down, running his hands over his face, and tracing the scars over his mouth. The memory of the pain made him shudder, made him anxious, nervous. There was a sigh from him and he carefully stood up while finishing his drink, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking one and putting it into his mouth as he headed for the door to have a smoke.
He cast a backwards glance just before pushing the door open and headed outside. He leaned against the building, and lit up the cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the dying light of the day. Such a simple habit it was to smoke, even if the brute didn't technically have to breath. It made him feel a little more normal, a little more at home. Home.. He did miss it but what was the point of a home without his past lover to share it with. So this is why he was here, the whole reason, to forget, move on, live the life of a single man again. His thoughts crossed over to the girl in the bar. Another drag from the cigarette, then another, and another. Crimson orbs watched the people walk up and down the streets, so full of life, even without the light of day.
What a wonderful place to do business, she thought. It seemed like just yesterday she was living the perfect life: fancy house, expensive clothing, servants waiting on her hand and foot... All just another reminder that she never should have followed her father to that "business meeting" as he used to refer to. Know she knew though. The man she once thought she could trust was the very man she should hate and fear. And coincidentally she now does hate and fear him. He's the very reason she had to run those few weeks ago. Now, here she sat in this horrid bar waiting to sell the last of her valuables. Just the little jewelry that would only give her enough money to scrape by unnoticed in this world. <br /> <br /> Kristy looked around wondering where the man who had asked her to meet him here was at. It was an uncomfortable place to be in, but she needed money desperately. Selling all of her precious artifacts was the only way to go unnoticed. She sat there a while longer and started to look around. She took into account of everything she saw. Broken glass on the floor, men laughing at the poorest excuse for a joke, empty bottles everywhere on the counter. It was a pigsty and it smelled horrible. Oh well, she thought. If she was going to love life like this, then she was going to have to get used to it. <br /> <br /> She glanced around the place and spotted a stranger who appeared to be rather intoxicated. Kristy averted her eyes away, knowing it was rude to stare, and instead busied herself with scanning the room for anything that would stand out. <br /> <br /> Another 15 minutes passed and she'd had enough. She stood up, made sure her belongings were in tact and went outside to breathe in the fresh air, well whatever freshness that could be provided. Upon walking outside, she'd noticed the stranger who she'd been staring at in the bar. Unsure of what she should do and not knowing what trouble she could possibly get into, she took her chances and strode up to this stranger, hoping her small stature wouldn't prevent her from being taken seriously. She walked up to him cautiously, "Excuse me, Sir," she said quietly. "Would you happen to know of a fellow or place I can sell my valuables to?" She asked with slight nervousness. It had been frightening enough not knowing how the society worked in these towns, but to walk up to a random stranger who could easily be in relations to her "father", as she so blatantly referred to him, must have been a death sentence.
Left. Right. Straight. Trace back. So few options, but to her, it could have been the meaning of life or death. One simple target she was told, but how wrong they had been. The man had slipped threw her fingers yet again and had unexpectedly turn the tables against her. She was now the most wanted female alive, having been framed for the bombing two years ago that took out an entire town and three school buildings, the fatalities reaching thousands, but many more bodies hadn't been found. She didn't even know if her son was alive, dead or joined the ranks of missing bodies. <br /> <br /> Pushing the memories to the back of her head - no time to get emotional - she turned left, making her way quickly down the cracked sidewalk. She avoided eye contact, not wanting to draw attention to her unusual colored eyes. She had been proud of them once before, but now they gave her away, betraying her to her now enemies, humans and lycan alike. She was heavily perfumed with scent cleaners, determined to not leave an easy trail for someone to follow. <br /> <br /> When her ears caught the sounds of human activity, she tensed slightly, quickening her pace to get through the town as quickly as humanly possible, not moving too fast. So distracted was she to keep her eyes downcast, she didn't notice the figure right in front of her as she plowed right into him, the force of the impact sent her flying back, landing hard of her rear. "Ow." She groaned slightly, eyes flicking up to see who she had ran into. "I'm so sorry, Sir." Purple and gold eyes caught his as she gave an apologetic smile, forgetting for a moment why she was walking at such a fast pace. "I didn't see you there."
