Post by razor on Dec 9, 2008 21:59:10 GMT -5
Name: Sarah
Age: 17
Experience: Two and a half years or so, belong to about 7 sites (excluding this one), I'm the creator of two sites, and an assistant admin for two other sites
How you found us: Because Whisper is like my bestest buddy from art class
Role play Sample:
((From my other site, POV character Razor:))
((It's a bit farther in the future, before his role on this site, but it's one of my favorites))
He said: blocked
((Sorry, I missed that part under the rules, must have overlooked it...It's well hidden, nice job!))
Age: 17
Experience: Two and a half years or so, belong to about 7 sites (excluding this one), I'm the creator of two sites, and an assistant admin for two other sites
How you found us: Because Whisper is like my bestest buddy from art class
Role play Sample:
((From my other site, POV character Razor:))
Razor closed the door behind him, locking it. He had an idea, and he just hoped to God that it worked.
He was shaking, he'd been trying so hard to control it, but he could only do so much. Supressing the stress only made it build up, and it would just get worse.
So, he needed to let it out in a way that didn't get anyone else hurt. If he didn't do it now, he might have an episode later and he couldn't risk that. It was the Captain's duty to lead the crew, not destroy them.
He stood there for a moment, trembling severely as his ears rang and his eyes went out of focus. Then it stopped; dead silence. No sounds of the waves lapping against the hull, not the creak of the floor boards beneath him as he walked toward the center of the room. Time seemed to stand still, and he didn't hear anything until he heard the crack of the chair breaking against the wall. He didn't even remember lifting it. Then it all went by in a rush, grabbing anything that would break, to hear that sound of crashing and shattering. Splintering wood, even some glass.
This went on for a grand total of one minute and twenty-four seconds, before he slammed the balls of his fists into the wall and banging his forhead against it, teeth clenched tight.
Then it went a way; the tension, the anger, the need for destruction. He let his hands slide down limply before he stood up again. Now he was just numb. It worked. He was able to release that stress without hurting anyone in the process. Sure a few things were broken, the walls had new scars, but nothing important was lost.
He backed up and sat down on the side of his bed, legs crossed. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands, just breathing. This would all come to pass, he just needed to give it time. He lifted his head up a bit and let his chin rest in his palms, staring out the window. A storm was acting up on the horizon...No doubt a result of Riza's emotions. He watched the lighting flash in the distance, the sky already dark from dusk approaching...
He was shaking, he'd been trying so hard to control it, but he could only do so much. Supressing the stress only made it build up, and it would just get worse.
So, he needed to let it out in a way that didn't get anyone else hurt. If he didn't do it now, he might have an episode later and he couldn't risk that. It was the Captain's duty to lead the crew, not destroy them.
He stood there for a moment, trembling severely as his ears rang and his eyes went out of focus. Then it stopped; dead silence. No sounds of the waves lapping against the hull, not the creak of the floor boards beneath him as he walked toward the center of the room. Time seemed to stand still, and he didn't hear anything until he heard the crack of the chair breaking against the wall. He didn't even remember lifting it. Then it all went by in a rush, grabbing anything that would break, to hear that sound of crashing and shattering. Splintering wood, even some glass.
This went on for a grand total of one minute and twenty-four seconds, before he slammed the balls of his fists into the wall and banging his forhead against it, teeth clenched tight.
Then it went a way; the tension, the anger, the need for destruction. He let his hands slide down limply before he stood up again. Now he was just numb. It worked. He was able to release that stress without hurting anyone in the process. Sure a few things were broken, the walls had new scars, but nothing important was lost.
He backed up and sat down on the side of his bed, legs crossed. He rested his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands, just breathing. This would all come to pass, he just needed to give it time. He lifted his head up a bit and let his chin rest in his palms, staring out the window. A storm was acting up on the horizon...No doubt a result of Riza's emotions. He watched the lighting flash in the distance, the sky already dark from dusk approaching...
((It's a bit farther in the future, before his role on this site, but it's one of my favorites))
He said: blocked
((Sorry, I missed that part under the rules, must have overlooked it...It's well hidden, nice job!))
