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Cataclysm: The Capital

Ahhh, sorry. I won't bug you about it. Hope everything works out, though

Cataclysm: The Capital

Oh man, sorry to hear that. I don't know the details obviously, but it already sounds stressful, haha

I think for me it's more that I've been getting back into role playing and writing only recently after a bit of a break.

Bolding Speech?

Bob walked into a bar. "I'd like a pint of beer, please," said Bob as he sat at the bar.

Could someone explain why people bold their characters' speech? I don't understand it, but I'd like to so I'm not always so caught off guard by it, haha. I shouldn't be, since I see it so much, but I just don't get it.

How to make people (other then yourself) like your character

Mr_pink said
You should probably add somewhere that even though you give them flaws, these may make people hate or love them depending on the reader. For example, when I read J.D Salingers 'The Catcher in the Rye' I absolutely hated Holden Caulfield for his whiny and entitled attitude, while others loved him for this.

But did you hate him as a character or as a person? Because a lot of my favorite characters are the type of people I would never want to associate in real life, haha.

Cataclysm: The Capital

That wasn't all that great of a post, haha. I've been getting some writer's block in these casual RPs for whatever reason. Hopefully I'll get better

Cataclysm: The Capital

Vivian slowed to a stop in front of the man, leaving less than an acceptable amount of space between them revealing that he wasn't too much taller than herself. Poor guy. Her eyes flickered up at the monument as he demanded what she wanted--quite the ray of sunshine, he was. "Why so hostile, mate?" she asked innocently enough, looking back to him with a pout on her painted lips as her eyebrows furrowed closer together. "The day's been stressful enough, don't you think? We both missed our flights, for one," she pointed out, her gaze taking to the northern sky again as she sighed. "For two, zombies. And it's not as fun as Shaun as the Dead, let me tell you. I was just hoping you'd have a smoke to spare. That'd be one less trying to kill you."

To Survive the End. (Post Apocalyptic Rp)

Think I'm dropping. With the building group silent, I don't have much for an injured Lillah to do, haha.

Just assume she offed herself via gunshot to the head. Maybe someone could find her body and take her supplies which includes canned beans, Spam, Peanut Butter, and a pocket knife. Oh, and happy pills. uwu Maybe more, but I forget what I decided on in an earlier post.

Pokémon Chronicles: The Legend of Mew

Yang! :D

Cataclysm: The Capital

Her feet pounded against the ground as Vivian approached the famous monument as fast as her short legs would take her. "No, no--wait!' she gasped, slowing to a stop as she saw the helicopters raise into the air and fly off into the horizon. "No," she repeated with a whine, her breathing labored as she dropped to her hands her knees. God dammit, she thought angrily, hitting her fist to what remained of the grass. The young woman gave herself a moment to recover, panting as angry slurs bounced around in her head.

When she could breathe normally, she groaned and slowly pushed herself to her feet. "Bloody fuckin' hell," she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face to observe the depressed, broken environment. She approached the Washing Monument, looking it up and down before gazing around at the others--there weren't many. It'd be hard to get away with any stealing with such a small crowd, but that thought was quickly followed by the realization, V, you won't be using money much anymore, anyways. She sighed, debating who to to approach and what to do with them. She wasn't fond of being lonely.

Anyone with a kid was immediately off the list. She wasn't going to deal with some snotty brat and the parents would without a doubt be stingy for the kids' sake. Happy couples had her rolling her eyes, so that only left the loners--they didn't have much to live for anyway. Easy to mooch off of. Eventually her gaze settled on a man reclining against the monument, a cigarette in hand. Wonder if he'd be willing to share, she pondered, reshouldering her book bag as she hesitantly started walking in his general direction. Of course, she didn't want to be too obvious, so her eyes wandered anywhere else and her steps were lazy.

Cataclysm: The Capital

Haha, me too. :D Hopefully I can pull of a troublemaker well enough--it's slightly outta my comfort zone.

Anyway, I'll work on an IC post now.