| Smores |
07-06-2012 07:16 PM |
Username of nominee: Arc Angel:
Nominated by: Smores
Literacy level (choose one): Literate
How long have you been writing with this player?: For a month or so now.
Response time when it's their turn (choose one): Within a day or two.
Pros to writing with this player: Creative, Fun, Encouraging, Patient.
Cons to writing with this player: None.
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Taking another bite of the cooked chicken that was held on a small stick, she let herself relax a bit. It seemed whatever lesser demon that had been making its way to the village was lying low for now so she should have plenty of time to at least finish the food she had purchased. She didn't often trust the human merchants of towns like this, but she had to eat something to keep her human form in shape. This thoughts in mind, she shifted the neckline of her kimono, paranoid of the gills she knew protruded from her neck on either side. She was alone for now, but if a human were to see them-- she shook her head and sighed, throwing down the wooden stick she'd been eating from as she took the last bite of the chicken. Another riot was the last thing she wished for from this town. Besides, it would be a bit troublesome seeing that one of her precious katana was still in the room she had rented at the village inn.
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Username of nominee: Kya Katsumi:
Nominated by: Smores
Literacy level (choose one): Literate
How long have you been writing with this player?: A few months.
Response time when it's their turn (choose one):Within a day or two.
Pros to writing with this player: Friendly, Fun, Creative, Thoughtful, Attentive.
Cons to writing with this player: None.
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When the sun was high above the smoke over the city it was warm and humid, there was a certain hue about the buildings and streets. A red-brown color tinted the world now. Trees and grass didn't grow in many places, weeds were most all that survived without the sunlight. Some buildings and museums had trees and 'exotic' flowers growing inside under specialized lighting, like artificial sun, to keep them alive as well as the wealthy, but seeing such things was a rarity to a commoner.
A couple of blocks later Tessa was in front of the diner. She swung the door open and moved inside to grab a newspaper and seat herself in a booth near the window. A short time later she was sipping a cup of coffee and reading the local news. She was shaking her head and frowning deeply. Every newspaper in every city was exactly the same. Page after page of obituaries and missing photos of mothers, children, best friends... She couldn't read anymore.
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---------- Post added 07-06-2012 at 03:17 PM ----------
Yay! Smores got past his laziness!
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