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Post Samples These are samples of my writing that are made on the spot and just based on small, undeveloped ideas and scenes. As far as length goes, I've kept these smaller, but the length will vary depending on where we're RPing. If the RP takes place in messenger, I'll probably keep posts to about two-three paragraphs. In forums, and maybe even PMs, they can be two-ten paragraphs. Since I dislike for someone to decide my character's actions without my input and hate to force my partner's characters into any form of action, whatever I do here is simply for the sake of the example. Although I've tried to keep these to intro type deals and thus without a character that may be a partner's. General Scene See more Glittering past the horizon in deep, vibrant shades of blue, Vistan's sea reflected light brilliantly off its surface and per usual, completed the feeling of a perfect port city. It was most recognized as a lively yet relaxing vacation spot, and even during this time of year, it was teeming with tourists and vacationers of various status. The harbor was alive with yachts and ships coming and going, while the streets and beaches bustled with activity. Lively as it all was, it wasn't so busy that it was obnoxious, and for that, one particular group making their way through the streets could be thankful. The travellers were split between excited and persistent about them stopping by the hotspot and enjoying the locale, while the others were quite against the idea, for a number of reasons. For one that simply didn't want to be amongst crowds, there was one who felt they'd draw too much attention to themselves, but only one of those worries became relevant. As they mingled amongst the many passerbyers and other travellers, it became quite obvious that no one else was paying them much mind. While the attention wasn't a problem, the streets were busier than they would have expected, not that they weren't thankful to not have visited during the peak of the busy year for the vacation city. They didn't stay out for long however, each taking in the sights with great or little enthusiasm before they settled on a hotel to slip into and make reservations for the nights to come. As they entered past the sliding glass doors, one of the girls looked around with unabashed awe as the other gestured lackadaisically as she addressed the group. I told you it was worth it coming here. As a port town, it has nice sea transportation. And the 'other side' of the harbor has shadier transportation, in case the next thing you all say is we shouldn't hop on one of the finer ships. She was obviously all for riding any nice vessel they could find, and yet she anticipated her travelling buddies being against it. Not that she could blame them for their reluctance and wariness, but as a young lady who liked to take a chance and enjoy the finer things in life, she was missing the chance to indulge in said things. She was beyond ecstatic that the group had been convinced to even come to Vistan. But right now, she was more concerned ensuring they actually got a chance to stay at this hotel, considering it was a nice establishment. And as long as they got a room or two to stay in, that meant they'd set out to find a ship to take them to their next destination. And if they were going out, it meant a chance for her to explore the city and see the sights. Even if her priority was finding a means for them to continue their little journey, she was content if she could have some fun in the city. Fight Scene See more Silver glinted and sailed across the air, whistling by as it scantly missed knicking the so far unmarred skin of its target. Narrowed eyes looked back and took a final glance at the thin needles that had been sent hurtling at her. She was not allowed to doubt her opponent. Even if she had dodged that set of needles, many before them had been sent her way and a couple had pierced her skin, while others even now were being thrown her way. They came at her in patterns and shapes it seemed, flying between each other and lacing around one another. The precision the woman across from her exacted was frightening. A sideways jump over a smaller boulder, a roll forward and she was dashing at the leaner figure. It was risky, but she needed to get a hit in as well. To her surprise, the woman ended up dashing toward her as well, though unlike her opponent, she had no long-range weapons to inhibit the others' intention and movement. She tsked under her breath and immediately halted mid-dash, jumping backwards to the boulder she had passed and sprung off it. Fortune was on her side when the woman opposite her froze in her tracks, brows furrowing as her jaw dropped. That shock was her opening, and she instantly let her jump become a drop kick, leg smashing into the woman's shoulder. At worst, it would break and there'd be trauma. At best? The woman be stunned and hurt to move for a moment. But that was enough for her. She didn't spare a smirk or frown, simply turned tail and ran like hell. She couldn't bothered to fight now, and she was far from prepared for an enemy like that. But she was sure that next time, both of them would come back with a vengence. See more The scent of alcohol pervaded the air, the noise level hitting an all time high and rowdiness at levels like no other. It should have been warning enough that something would happen inevitably, what with all the punks, drunks and general jerks rampant in the tavern. And yet, no one had really anticipated a bar fight. It them all fast and hard too. Before anyone could realize it and without even a chance to ponder the reason, a bar stool was crushed over the back of a man's head and another set at someone else's face. With her eyes wide and taking a large, almost comical gulp, one lone customer sat in her not quite as isolated as she hoped corner, watching what quickly became a one huge brawl. Fists and bodies flew, furniture was knocked over if used, alcohol flooded the ground, other people and still permeated in the air. The bartender ducked behind his bar and watched on in amazement and panic, while the waiters and bar maids nervously clutched the end of the bar, obviously not hoping to join the action. She was right up there with them in that feeling, but she wasn't so lucky. Even though she had been minding her own, some relatively puny guy felt the need to rush her and came running over with his fist raised and pulled back. She didn't even give it a second though before her hand was on the table and propelled herself over it, letting her hand spin about the solid surface as her foot connected with his face and sent him to the floor. Considering it took but that one hit, he must have been more drunk than a sailor trying to fight frostbite. And with that one man down, she was now officially in the fray. Two more came at her, one looking quite red in the face and the other with a stumble to his run. She gave them both a small frown, but ran up to meet them head on, jumping forward and letting her feet land on the shoulders of one, using her weight to send him falling forward and jump to kick the other in the chest. Too bad she was practically in the middle of the chaos now, but that just meant she needed to hit her way out. And that she did. She sent a punch flying at one man and dropped low to swing her foot out and catch his ankles, toppling him over. She refused to let her hand touch the pool of alcohol on the ground, but she didn't mind them falling into it. She jumped on his stomach and used the added height to knee a hunkering man in the stomach and followed through by sending her elbow driving in his chin, fist clasped in the palm of her other hand to throw in extra force. Another down and another target, she punched one guy in the fist and kicked his shins, bringing him down, while another fell with one swift and deft foot to the groin. In no time at all, few of the patrons were left standing, and she stood in amongst a number of fallen drunks and a surprising number of sober men. As she glanced to the side, she arched a brow at a woman who took note of her as well, seemingly mirroring her in standing amongst quite a body count. The two exchanged smiles and walked to the bar, plopping down in two of the only stools left. Old ale, please. Italian soda. Cherry. And Spaghetti, please! Rich, husky tone versus soft and chipper reflected their orders. R-right. The bartender looked at the two before setting himself to their drinks, setting them down after and starting the spaghetti. The waiter and barmaids set to sweeping, mopping and cleaning up Trying to find some organization in the mess. The bar still smelled too much of alcohol, and most of it wasn't a pretty sight, but at least they'd be able to enjoy their drinks in peace. Racing Scene w i p Romantic Scene w i p Sexual Scene w i p Dramatic Emotional Scene w i p