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I like pie!; I will apply anyway because I can!
Topic Started: Apr 23 2011, 04:54 PM (198 Views)
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Name: Phina
Gender: Female
Who were you referred by? What site were you referred from?: The old TUL, and Neopets before that...
Age: 21
Contact:Silent_Shadow_Elf@hotmail.com
Role Playing Experience: LONG TIME!

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Role Play Sample: (All right, so it's 1600 words. That's between 300 and 1000, right? Riiiight?... Rgh.)

5:00 AM and Hedgehog was waking again, the sky a uniform blue-grey as the light continued to hide away. She was one of the few people in this modern world who bothered to get up this early every day, and it seemed there was little point to it in a life so consumed with trying to survive, but Hedgehog refused to waste any of the time she was given in a day. It had become a natural way of things for her, and she no longer needed the clock that life on the street had robbed her of to know when to rise. She would watch the sunrise from a park a few blocks away, then go to try to get herself some food, medically needing to eat as often as was possible given her circumstances. She had had to sleep on the floor that night, but she was really no worse off than any other morning, and the change in scenery offered her a break from the monotony of how life on the street had quickly become (not to mention the bed bugs!). Sure, she never knew where she would get food, or even if she would get it, but being worried about your health and sanity wasn't what you'd call a relief.

Normally, she would leave the park as soon as the sun came up, just as others began to crowd around her, as their days were just beginning, but the smoke made her do things a little differently. She wasn't angry at Isa for making a mistake; rather, the experience of the day before had been altogether a little too overwhelming. There was the fire. It had only been meant as a way for Isabelle to show off her skill, she knew, but it had brought back far too many memories; fears she hadn't wanted to revisit, combined inextricably with reflections of her parents, long faded to a pleasant glow of happiness and love, had taken tighter hold of her mind as a result. What was there now was constantly on replay, persistent thoughts cycling through what she did and should have done over and over, darker than anything from before. There was the contact she had been forced to make with the other girl and had had made with her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her - even random people on the street went out of their way to avoid making contact with her because of the negativity so often associated with street people - that it had moved out of the realm of being a warm everyday comfort, into the realm of being a little weird, and out the other side into feeling like a personal attack very quickly and had stayed there for years. Even now, the thought of how the other girl had tried to disregard her personal space made her nauseous...although, she sincerely hoped it wasn't something else, much worse, making her feel sick. She did want to be touched, to feel loved, she just wasn't sure she could ever feel comfortable again. Then, of course, there had been the fear that a hateful human had seen Isabelle change, and that another mutant would die, for no reason other than fear and hate. It was another thing that bothered her even now. Not to mention all the times that Isabelle had seemed to be staring, gawking at Hedgehog and clearly seeing her as attractive, despite all the walls she'd worked to put up against the world. Yes, Hedgehog desperately wanted affection, but she clung to the idea that Isabelle was just a preppy, selfish rich kid for dear life, just wanting an excuse to tell herself not to care, not to connect. Isabelle didn't, right? ...Although something about the way she'd bolted away crying told Hedgehog differently...

Instead of leaving to go practice her forms, like she did every morning, in the now smoke-filled, abandoned warehouse, she stayed in the park. Food would be a later mission. Despite how she was already feeling, she couldn't make herself head back there yet, and food would just have to be acquired when she finally did head back 'home'. For now, she was contented to enjoy the park, knowing that in a few days she would have to move again and find another place to live. She wasn't one to show off, and years on the street had taught her to keep her head down; although what used to come easily to her in martial arts classes and in grading sessions was now hidden behind a mask of something close to embarrassment and was hard to share, she eventually found her groove and began moving through from stance to stance with ease. She guessed it didn't look that weird next to the old people doing Tai Chi, but she really wasn't used to having eyes on her any more. It seemed to her that even one innocent set of eyes was enough to make her stomach fill with angry butterflies, the colour draining from her face. If only she could just spike out, maybe she would feel better?...

Deciding against a long practice session today, she soon finished up and headed back to the warehouse, promising herself that she would acquire a large hoodie with which to hide her face from view. She could really use a change of clothes anyway (she'd worn the last set until it was beyond repair and a stinking mess), and maybe if she just hid a little more effectively, people would leave her alone. She wanted her image to tell people not to even bother talking to her, even though, at least to certain people, her aura and body language seemed to tell them differently. Yes, she was a friendly (albeit a little cold) person who could be relied on, but she didn't want anyone to know that. The last thing she needed was someone falling into harm's way because of her, and they always seemed to, despite her best, even beyond what she could realistically sustain for her own health, efforts. She was willing to give so much of herself for other people, but she never felt like she had much to give, wishing other people would just see she wanted to be left alone.

She spent the change she'd managed to collect off the sidewalk over the last couple of days on doughnuts, just to be safe. Although normally she hated eating junk food, something told her that if she didn't invest in some sugary goodness (gross!) now, she would be in no condition to live, let alone greet Isabelle if she decided to come back. She really didn't need this to come up now, not with her having no real chance to get help for it, and you know, just her needing to be able to do things for herself in order to survive, but she'd dealt with it before out here and she wouldn't let this time have a different, much worse, outcome. She really did hate when this happened, though. It made her feel weak and helpless, although anything out here on the street could cause it and every once in a while it was hard to avoid. If she was lucky the cramps wouldn't start, but she just wished she had access to a hot bath...or just a bath, even.

About to jump the fence that marked the start of her current territory, doughnuts in hand, she heard something. A whining dog? There were dogs here frequently, yes, but they were all self-sufficient strays and knew better than to whine, usually never even coming this close to where even a single human lived. Pampered house pets knew better than to come somewhere so broken and forgotten it could be dangerous. Hell, most humans wouldn't come here, but Hedgehog had no choice. This was more than a little strange, and put the observant girl on edge right away. Jumping the fence as quickly and as efficiently as possible, she let herself land evenly and definitely on the balls of her feet, making even more of an effort than usual, so as to be as quiet as possible. As she rounded the corner leading to her 'home', she continued in this same vein of movement. It wasn't the forced, hunched sneak of someone untrained trying desperately to remain unseen and unheard, but rather the calm, calculated walk of someone who had done this many times before, seeming to put in less effort and energy for more return. She knew dogs had good hearing, but she could bet that, at least with a dog seemingly that distracted, she would be hard to pick up on. Then she saw it; a beautiful Siberian Husky with fur so clean it couldn't be a stray...at her door. Something wasn't adding up here. She had met a shape-shifter the day before and she had a suspicion she was sure was more like hard fact. This was Isabelle - she was sure. When she finally managed to catch a glimpse of its eyes, though, was when she was positive. She almost laughed to herself before speaking and making her presence known, but it came out only as a soft, slightly cool snort.

"Yes, Isabelle? Would you like something?" she said, her voice quiet but powerful, the protective stance she'd been forced to take on showing through easily, yet unintentionally, in her voice. She was standing right over top of Isabelle now, and this was her turf.

The Genres: Let's see...I have a strong preference for //, but I will do || as well. I don't do animal roleplays or most fandom roleplays. However, I will do Harry Potter or X-Men, if I don't have to play canons. I love fantasy and sci-fi.
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