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| Another Soapbox | Apr 24 2011, 02:01 PM Post #1 |
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OOC Information Name: Mishell Gender: Female Who were you referred by? What site were you referred from?: I was Another Soapbox on the original site waaaaay back when, and I got the migration e-mail…. And I decided to maybe come back to the world of forum RP. =] Age: 20 Contact: Mishikins@gmail.com Role Playing Experience: Um. 7+ years? in various mediums. IC Information Role Play Sample: It’s not exactly a role-play sample because I haven’t RPed in over two years, so here’s my writing sample: Sun funneled through slits between drawn curtains, a breeze blowing freely through them; Bryan followed the rays move as the curtains did. He sat on his bed – a full, with dark green sheets; his feet firm on the wooden floor of his bedroom. Melissa sat in a fat armchair near the window, one leg underneath her and her arms folded on her lap; Bryan watched sun dance on her cheeks, avoiding her eyes. Next to her: his dresser, and a square mirror hung on the wall. He frowned, his eyes finding the garnet-and-gold ‘Florida State University’ sticker on the mirror’s corner. His eyes drifted to the bottom corner, a ‘Naples High School Class of 2001’ decal affixed there. “The Marines?” she asked, her blue-eyed stare bearing into him. Bryan shifted his weight, his eyes now downcast. The way she looked at him made him feel like less of a man. It was his decision, and there was nothing wrong with serving his country. “Yeah. I signed a four-year contract. I need to pay for school somehow.” Bryan looked back at her; her gaze never stopped searching for his. He felt sick to his stomach, green in the face: he didn’t want to leave her; she didn’t deserve to be left again. Even if he wouldn’t be gone forever. “But the Marines? Can’t you just get a job or something? Financial aid? You just graduated high school a week ago.” She sounded impatient, and he saw her eyes flash through every scenario possible. He knew she needed time to process what he was saying. “Melissa, it’ll be okay. We’ll write all the time, you’ll go to college. Then I’ll be home, and you’d barely beat me to graduation. May 2009, I promise. I won’t get killed, Melissa.” It was time to appease her; comfort, and revisit the situation later. Bryan felt like this would be something they would never agree on; they always agreed. “You don’t know that, Bryan. We didn’t think that Robbie would die when we got into the car.” Bryan grimaced. He knew that’s what she was thinking about, and that’s exactly what he didn’t want. He didn’t know how to talk death to her, someone who felt it so early in her life; and he, who had never experienced it. Melissa’s family moved onto Pine Street when she was seven; he was ten. Robbie, her brother, had been dead for six months. They left their Miami home to the suburbia of Naples, to escape the memories, he always thought. Starting over seemed like the only thing to do. “Aren’t you worried about what you’ll see? Do? Be forced to do? What if something really bad happens and you’re shipped off? The Marines, really? You couldn’t do… National Guard? Aren’t you worried?” She was old at fifteen. “Not really.” He grinned. “You should be.” She didn’t. Melissa sat, capped and gowned, with her brows furrowed and her lips a straight line. She folded a letter in half, tucking it back into its envelope. She had drafted a letter to Bryan, but it sat crumbled on her desk. She wanted to tell him that she got a lifeguard job in Melbourne, and that she did declare Marine Biology at FIT. She wanted him here, with her, as she was when he received his diploma. Family was supposed to be there, always, she thought, sucking in a breath. Standing, Melissa put his letter on top of her dresser before leaving her room. Her parents were waiting in the car. Bryan’s parents were on their stoop: waving, wishing her well, and calling out that they’d be at the auditorium by seven. She smiled, glad; waving back, she descended the driveway. Safe, buckled in the backseat, she thought of what Bryan’s mom said last time they had coffee. Operation al Fajr (New Dawn) on Nov. 8, 2004. The Marine is assigned to Headquarters Company, 3rd Battalion, 5th Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division. MOS 0317. She knew he’d be different now. The Genres: I stick to mostly realistic RPs. "Human" category, if you will. I like dark themes, the gritty side of things. Hope you enjoy. =) |
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| Walking Softly | Apr 24 2011, 02:40 PM Post #2 |
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