| maidenroseheart |
09-13-2012 05:23 AM |
Nomination Form:
Username of nominee: Tachigami:
Nominated by: maidenroseheart
Literacy level (choose one): Literate
How long have you been writing with this player?: For a few months.
Response time when it's their turn (choose one): Depends. Normally within a day but everyone has writer block. So right now it is a bit slow.
Pros to writing with this player: This player helps carry the story beautifully. He is descriptive in his character, the surroundings, and allows his character to react with the other characters in the same scene. His writing is smooth providing a depth of feeling that allows you to slip into his world for a few moments in time. Also, he writes more than one paragraph. Sometimes that is hard if his OC is having a conversation with mine, but he still works hard to give quantity as well as very good quality. I mentioned he helps carry the story. I would like to add that he also helps provide insights and twists that I alone would not have created then. He helps with the pacing, slowing me down if I rush or prodding me if I slow down, simply by being an inspiration in his posts.
Cons to writing with this player: He is so good that it is all I can do not to cancel my other roleplays and roleplay only with him. That is something I struggle with as I constantly come up with good ideas. Worse part, I know he will say yes. So I must control myself or I would have 20 roleplays with him and never live in real life. Other than that, just the writer's block.
Insert a quoted paragraph of this player's writing:
Quote:
"It's not super strength." Atticus noted, pulling the chains from the wall and wedging his fingers under the shackles, pulling them either way and away from Mareena. "I've spread a gas through the facility, so anywhere they've stored weapons or anything metal, it'll be damaged, rusted, and basically useless." He got a knife from the bag on his other shoulder and undid the jacket with a few sharp cuts. His gaze fell on the blood matting the jacket. "You really put up a fight." He added. "I know you said you'd kill me next time you saw me, but I can't leave a peer behind."
Perhaps he was a fool. He'd worked with others like her. He'd never left them behind, and they never left him behind. Even after they'd been separated by death or by various fractions that sent them on different jobs. He pulled the straitjacket off carefully, to not bother the wounds she'd been given through her rather reckless-looking battle in Denver. "You really put up a fight." He repeated. "I don't have enough in my bag right now, but I can get you to the medical room up on the fourth floor." He stepped back to the bars and kicked the jagged edges away. The bars looked like something from a jailhouse that had been abandoned for fifty years. There wouldn't be anyone noticing such a thing yet, though; it would be safe enough to wander for the time being. He stepped out, waiting for Mareena.
|
|
