| Welcome to The United Literates, or TUL! We hope you enjoy your visit! We're an all-genre, all-literate forum on the Zathyrus Networks, and we'd love to have you join! Our roleplays range from the fun to the mature, and are all member-run and created; they extend from Fictional roleplays set in the past and future, to Real-Life and Fan-Fiction categories. In addition to roleplays, TUL also has a vibrant community of artists and writers, featured in The Cafe section of the website, who also love to do things out of character through our Lounge area. Right now, you're viewing the forum as a guest, which means you only have limited access to the board and its features. To join TUL and start roleplaying with us, all you have to do is click the link below, register, and pass through our brief application process. So what are you waiting for? Welcome to TUL! Register today! Once you've created an account, please head to The Application Center and follow the instructions to become a full member. If you're already a member, please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Walk on Eggshells on My Old Stomping Ground; Return of Cloud | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 30 2011, 11:45 AM (134 Views) | |
| Cloud | Dec 30 2011, 11:45 AM Post #1 |
|
Welcome to the Club
![]()
|
OOC Information Name: Cloud, Godot, Luxord, Spoodle--So many aliases! Gender: Female Who were you referred by? What site were you referred from?: Former TUL member who never quite made the transition from the old site. Age: 19 Contact: spoodle727@yahoo.com Role Playing Experience: I've been rping since the sixth grade....I'm now a college freshmen. Most of my skills, in fact, were cultivated at TUL. I was feeling a bit homesick, you could say. IC Information Role Play Sample: "Damn it." Brock glanced over to his friend, who was hanging upside down from the top bunk of the bed, then proceeded to ignore him and continue on his homework. It was his own fault, really. He shouldn't have given Jake a key and be surprised that the mooch actually uses it. It was impossible to get him out once he was in; Brock's mother doted on the young man like she was one of her own spawn. "If you break my handheld, Jake," Brock said lowly, writing in a compact, neat way on the lined paper. "I paid for that out of pocket when it was new, you know." "Well no wonder," Jake snorted, leaning back up and onto the bunk, having gotten sick of the blood rushing to his skull. "This piece of crap is a dinosaur. You didn't need the right trigger, did you? I think a PSP works fine without it." "Don't you have your own things to break?" "Naw, my dad pawned my stuff off." Brock bit his tongue momentarily. There was always pity for the other; always. That was partially why they were friends in the first place. When they'd been younger, Jake was always that one kid. The dirty one, who wore the same clothes. Brock had offered a spare coat once in elementary, and the guy had been glued to him since. His family was a victim of the economic depression, but Brock didn't think Jake's father had ever really been a working class hero, more like an aimless drunk who stumbled from job to job. It was more his mother who worked hard, and Brock always held the assumption Jake saw very little of her. Half the reason why he was fascinated by Brock's mother, probably. But then, as the pity settled in, Jake would be obnoxious and Brock moved on. "You study too much. Whenever I come over, you've got your nose in a book." Brock glanced up to his sandy-haired, blue-eyed friend with a dry expression. You'd think for nearly being twenty one, the older of the two of them would understand the importance of school. When this look seemed to go right over his friend's head, Brock sighed and stared back down at his paper. "School is what will keep me from being like you, Jake." "Aw, now that's just mean. I'm going to tell Mom. She'll give me a cookie or something." "I swear that you must be special ed." "Yeah, but then I got better grades than you without doing all that studying. So who's really special ed?" "Lean down again. I can't hit you with my book at this angle." The Genres: I do assorted fandoms, slash, modern junk, and fantasy junk. |
![]() |
|
| Walking Softly | Dec 30 2011, 12:13 PM Post #2 |
![]()
Old-Timer
|
![]() I'd like to welcome you to the TUL community and hope your stay with us will be thoroughly enjoyable. If at any time you find yourself stuck, confused, or in need of answers; please PM an admin or post in the Shout-out board. We will be more then happy to answer what ever questions you may have. If you'd like an in-depth review of your admission, please contact the staff member that accepted you. Be sure to keep up to date with our Broadcasts as the information posted will effect your experience here on TUL. Check this out! Here is a list of some features to check out on your stay here. These are not all the features we have, but some of the larger ones.
Please be sure to read the rules before proceeding, for they will prevent you from So, without further ado, welcome to The United Literates! Enjoy yourself!
|
|
~Burn the land and boil the sea, You can't take the sky from me~ Long Live Firefly The Battle Arena - participate and vote! Seriously, click on it. My signature shall never again include reference to pole dancing. | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Accepted Applications · Next Topic » |








8:14 PM Jul 10