Post by ricky on Mar 21, 2008 10:17:27 GMT -5
Name: Erik. But I prefer Ricky, for obvious reasons.
Age: Sixteen. :D
Experience: A few years. Since like... The sixth grade, I think- so four years, roughly?
How you found us: Whisper referred me on Neopets.
Role play Sample:
-1Chapter 1
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
A calm voice soon replied, "Again? Samuel, this is the third time today."
There was a moment of silence. Or, more likely, anticipation.
Then, "Yes, Gather.. You see, it's happening again. I saw red. Nothing but red! I can't understand why, though. At random moments, it seems, I'm blinded by that same awful shade of red."
The priest, sitting behind a partition, replied, "Samuel, this is most unusual, but I see no reason for you to come see me... I would, however, recommend a doctor. An optometrist, to be exact. Your eyes are probably suffering from some sort of ailment."
Another silence. The boy who first spoke was now fiddling nervously with a loose thread on the threadbare cushion beneath him. His faded, steel blue eyes were cast down in a most humble fashion.
"Or is there something else, Samuel? Some other problem which you need to speak of?"
The boy slowly raised his head. "Yes, Father... You must know that this time, I felt something... Else. It was as if there was someone in my mind, fighting to control it. And Father, it felt wicked. So I came to you. I don't know who else would understand."
"Samuel," the priest replied, a hint of humor tainting his voice, "there is no cause for alarm. You're probably imagining this entire thing. You've been under quite a bit of stress lately, what with... Your sister's passing away, and all. You're simply experiencing a bit of shock as you conform to the void that exists now. Samuel, simply remember this. Remember that your entire life is ready to unfold, and that you cannot refold it at the end. In essence, one you forget the past, the future is always brighter."
The boy nodded rather gravely, and agreed before standing. Then he took his leave.
"So, Samuel, how was your day?" his mother asked, ladling a very green salad onto his plate. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, though a few wisps of the smooth brown threads fell before her eyes.
The boy had obviously inherited his mother's hair. He ran a hand through his medium-length locks, and shrugged. "Fine. Walked around a lot."
His father, who was known for interrupting, chuckled, "Lucky fiend, aren't you? I'm stuck behind a desk all day."
The boy simply nodded, and tried to busy himself with his meal.
"You know, speaking of fiends, the priest called. He said your eyes were bothering you. Care to elaborate?"
His eyes darted towards his mother, his glance cold, and calculating.
"I saw a bit of red. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure. I was just worried for a moment."
"Why did you visit a priest, then? You know my work number. You could have called me."
"I... I guess I wasn't thinking straight, Mom. I mean, it seems obvious now. But I was startled."
His father smiled, optimistic as ever. "Well, at least you'll know what to do if it happens again, eh? So honey, how about the second course?"
Finally, he was alone. Laying in his own bed, covered by the olive green sheets. His lightly tanned skin was lavender in the pale moonlight as he thought. What could he do about this... This madness that enveloped him while performing the most mundane tasks, or thinking about the most inconsequential matters?
It was an unhappy silence dominating these unhappy thoughts.
Then he felt it.
The cold, creeping tingle of what felt like death's essence, roiling through his body, pulsing from the icy abyss that seemed to have replaced his heart. He curled into a ball, pulling his sheets closer.
"No... Not now!" he whimpered, his face paling. It was anticipation and fear, mottled into a confection of brilliant wickedness, and it was engulfing the teen. He scrunched his eyes, as red flooded his vision.
He stayed liked this for what felt like seconds, and opened his eyes quickly to see what damage had been done to his vision.
To his amazement, there was nothing but the pallid light of a cool autumn day filtering though his window. No red, no gore, no... Moon!
"What the..."
He muttered angrily as he got ready, entering his shower without a glance in the mirror. Something was missing. Ad he knew what it was... But he didn't.
He stepped into the cascading water and let out a small sigh. He was aching all over.
Which was funny. He hadn't worked out in quite a long time. Come to think of it, he hadn't done anything worthy of an aching muscle.
He shook the thought away, and focused on his shower, working water into his hair. He completed the task, and rubbed the water from his eyes, and then reached for his shampoo.
He didn't expect to see blood, of course. But he did. His hand was covered in it. His steely eyes widened, and he pushed his hair back. There was a loud, "Thwack," as the excess water fell to the floor. His gaze caught the stuff as it moved to the drain.
"Oh God," he muttered, stumbling backwards, as the rivers of red flowed away. "What on Earth is happening... Augh! What sort of sick joke is this?!"
And there was that look again, but with an added element. His eyes darted in all direction, and hands shook as he desperately tried to finish his shower. The blood wasn't his- it was quickly thinning out, giving him some hope. No explanation, or course, but some insane hunch that said nothing was wrong. It was a joke.
Right?
Age: Sixteen. :D
Experience: A few years. Since like... The sixth grade, I think- so four years, roughly?
How you found us: Whisper referred me on Neopets.
Role play Sample:
-1Chapter 1
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
A calm voice soon replied, "Again? Samuel, this is the third time today."
There was a moment of silence. Or, more likely, anticipation.
Then, "Yes, Gather.. You see, it's happening again. I saw red. Nothing but red! I can't understand why, though. At random moments, it seems, I'm blinded by that same awful shade of red."
The priest, sitting behind a partition, replied, "Samuel, this is most unusual, but I see no reason for you to come see me... I would, however, recommend a doctor. An optometrist, to be exact. Your eyes are probably suffering from some sort of ailment."
Another silence. The boy who first spoke was now fiddling nervously with a loose thread on the threadbare cushion beneath him. His faded, steel blue eyes were cast down in a most humble fashion.
"Or is there something else, Samuel? Some other problem which you need to speak of?"
The boy slowly raised his head. "Yes, Father... You must know that this time, I felt something... Else. It was as if there was someone in my mind, fighting to control it. And Father, it felt wicked. So I came to you. I don't know who else would understand."
"Samuel," the priest replied, a hint of humor tainting his voice, "there is no cause for alarm. You're probably imagining this entire thing. You've been under quite a bit of stress lately, what with... Your sister's passing away, and all. You're simply experiencing a bit of shock as you conform to the void that exists now. Samuel, simply remember this. Remember that your entire life is ready to unfold, and that you cannot refold it at the end. In essence, one you forget the past, the future is always brighter."
The boy nodded rather gravely, and agreed before standing. Then he took his leave.
"So, Samuel, how was your day?" his mother asked, ladling a very green salad onto his plate. Her hair was tied back in a tight bun, though a few wisps of the smooth brown threads fell before her eyes.
The boy had obviously inherited his mother's hair. He ran a hand through his medium-length locks, and shrugged. "Fine. Walked around a lot."
His father, who was known for interrupting, chuckled, "Lucky fiend, aren't you? I'm stuck behind a desk all day."
The boy simply nodded, and tried to busy himself with his meal.
"You know, speaking of fiends, the priest called. He said your eyes were bothering you. Care to elaborate?"
His eyes darted towards his mother, his glance cold, and calculating.
"I saw a bit of red. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure. I was just worried for a moment."
"Why did you visit a priest, then? You know my work number. You could have called me."
"I... I guess I wasn't thinking straight, Mom. I mean, it seems obvious now. But I was startled."
His father smiled, optimistic as ever. "Well, at least you'll know what to do if it happens again, eh? So honey, how about the second course?"
Finally, he was alone. Laying in his own bed, covered by the olive green sheets. His lightly tanned skin was lavender in the pale moonlight as he thought. What could he do about this... This madness that enveloped him while performing the most mundane tasks, or thinking about the most inconsequential matters?
It was an unhappy silence dominating these unhappy thoughts.
Then he felt it.
The cold, creeping tingle of what felt like death's essence, roiling through his body, pulsing from the icy abyss that seemed to have replaced his heart. He curled into a ball, pulling his sheets closer.
"No... Not now!" he whimpered, his face paling. It was anticipation and fear, mottled into a confection of brilliant wickedness, and it was engulfing the teen. He scrunched his eyes, as red flooded his vision.
He stayed liked this for what felt like seconds, and opened his eyes quickly to see what damage had been done to his vision.
To his amazement, there was nothing but the pallid light of a cool autumn day filtering though his window. No red, no gore, no... Moon!
"What the..."
He muttered angrily as he got ready, entering his shower without a glance in the mirror. Something was missing. Ad he knew what it was... But he didn't.
He stepped into the cascading water and let out a small sigh. He was aching all over.
Which was funny. He hadn't worked out in quite a long time. Come to think of it, he hadn't done anything worthy of an aching muscle.
He shook the thought away, and focused on his shower, working water into his hair. He completed the task, and rubbed the water from his eyes, and then reached for his shampoo.
He didn't expect to see blood, of course. But he did. His hand was covered in it. His steely eyes widened, and he pushed his hair back. There was a loud, "Thwack," as the excess water fell to the floor. His gaze caught the stuff as it moved to the drain.
"Oh God," he muttered, stumbling backwards, as the rivers of red flowed away. "What on Earth is happening... Augh! What sort of sick joke is this?!"
And there was that look again, but with an added element. His eyes darted in all direction, and hands shook as he desperately tried to finish his shower. The blood wasn't his- it was quickly thinning out, giving him some hope. No explanation, or course, but some insane hunch that said nothing was wrong. It was a joke.
Right?
