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thats.just.me wrote:
Sonny woke up. She didn't even recall falling asleep. "Wh- where am I?" She looked around. It seemed to be some sort of alleyway. It was getting dark. She pulled herself up, cursing at the pain in her leg. Pain in her leg? When did that happen? She leaned against a wall and closed her eyes. She couldn't go anywhere. Not now.

(not done yet)

(Do you want me to respond to yours? If so, here it is)

Kaylee takes the badge, turning it around in her bony hands. The words on the front are engraved in a foreign language. "What do you mean," she asks puzzled, "I don't understand." She looks the stranger over. Its eyes are almost blank and seem faraway. He has a hooked nose and its looming mouth is full of ragged teeth. "Exactly what does this say," she asks. The yellow light is shining behind the stranger, making the sky a sickly yellow like a fresh bruise. Kaylee wants to trust the stranger, but her mind is screaming not to. Something about the way it looks at her, something about the way it talks, something about the way it is smiling keeps her from asking all the questions she wants. She slowly backs away, and the stranger reaches out a bony hand to her.

(Sorry it was kind of short, I didn't know what else to write without you responding)

Edited by: missiongirl on November 08 at 12:13 PM

I am experienced at roleplays, I use *action stars* when that is what the are doing or, I do roleplays like this "I silently crept across the room, not wanting to wake up Katilyn, I quickly crawled out of the open window", I never use lol ttyl idk, that's for texting and stuff. I tend to be in many roleplays, one for example that is 300+ pages.

(Okay... here I go...)

I open my eyes, and the first thing my brain registers is that it's dark. A few seconds later, I realise that my room shouldn't be dark, because of the annoyingly thin curtains at the orphanage. I also realise that I woke up at will, instead of having the door almost hammered down by the plump owner of the orphanage, screaming at the top of her lungs to get up. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, and take a long breath through my nose. I tense up. That smell ... it's not of bleach and burnt toast, like the orphanage. Instead, it smells ... disgusting. Like a sewer, with mouldy, half-eaten food and human waste.

Slowly, I take my hand away from my eyes and wait for them adjust to my surroundings. My breath is faster and deeper, as panic creeps up my spine. I don't know where I am, but it's definitely not the orphanage. In fact, it's not even inside. A harsh wind rushes past me, chilling me to the bone. I shiver involuntarily and scramble to my feet. I'm barefoot, and wearing nothing but my, too-small, dirty, pale-blue nightgown. The sleeves are three inches above my wrists, and the hem is far above my knees. I've had it for five years, hence the smallness.

I mildly notice my cheek is stinging and I gingerly touch it. When I draw my hand away, I gasp when I see bIood on my fingertips. The panic is building, and I just want to scream. I begin to run, and run, and run. My brown, knotted hair flies around my face but I ignore it. My muscles scream in protest, but I don't listen. I just keep running. I notice the silhouette of a man in front of me, and I skid to a halt.

"Excuse me," I panted breathlessly. "Please help me. I don't know where I am."

The stranger turned.

... My post was sent to the mods. -.-

skylar444 wrote:
SportygirlZ: I turned, looking at the girl who had approached me. "Uh, yes, but I can't tell you...." I spoke, turning away.
Comments: You should try again. Use "s when your character talks. Try to make it a little longer also.

missiongirl: I turned around, smiling brightly at the girl. "Yes, your where you should be" I said, handing her a small badge.
Comments: I LOVE THE WAY YOU RP! The length was extraordinary, your spelling was great, and your imagination and depth of description were perfect. Welcome!

I'm waiting for other posts =)

sorry. I didn't know if you wanted it short or long. But I will try again:

I open my eyes glancing up to see a light come through. I was sitting on something moist and uncomfortable my back aching from this newly discovered pain. I stretch my eyes and accidently jab them into brick. From the pain I screech leaping up and all these senses just flowed to me. A harsh wind out of no were whipped my hair into my eyes and I ran down, what I thought was a tunnel.

Getting out of the opening I glanced up and realized it was alley. Frightened I turn around. Where was I? How did I end up Here? those thoughts came through my head and then did I noticed there were no people here. Except for one stranger. I ran to the stranger just as they turned around.

I guess I'm good.
But I haven't finished an RP in a while.
That's mostly because people ignore me or people aren't using good grammar and aren't committed. I also delete an RP or leave because people aren't filling out the form correctly.

yeah. I did it again and it wouldn't show up.

amber groaned, trying to open her eyes throught the crust, and coughing at the smell of rotten food. she rolled over, checking the back of her head for blood, and groaning again at the goose egg forming there. she opened her eyes wide, taking in the dark alley around her and glancing around for a sign of where she was. straining to think through the throbbing in her head, she tried to remember how she got there from the museum with her parents. she sat up, waiting to regain her sense of balance before standing and limping towards the end of the alley. she poked her head out, wincing at light from the streetlamps. when did it get dark? she noticed a stranger near the entrance to the alley, and walked towards the figure. she tapped him (or her, she couldn't tell which) and cautiously asked "can you tell me how to get to the museum on 4th street please? i'm kinda lost" the stranger turned...