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In the tradition of ZNZ (and probably many others), I'm starting a new RP thread, open to all! Create a character for yourself and put yourself in the story! I'm a fan of magic and medieval times, so that's where this story is set. My only request is that we don't add modern things like cell phones or laser beams... or spaceships. Right! Off we go!
//Thresh//
"Dreg, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea!" Thresh hissed at his twin. Dreg of course paid him no mind.
"You remember your line, right?" asked Dreg, his eyes glinting with anticipation. That was the only visible difference between the two--their eyes. Both had long blond hair kept perpetually back in a ponytail, tanned skin, crooked grins that tended to make the opposite sex giggle, and perfectly straight, white teeth to go with. Dreg had blue eyes the color of the summer sky. Thresh, on the other hand, had red. Girls would fawn over Dreg until the cows came home, but one glance at Thresh and they would stare at him as if he were a new species of stinging insect. He'd learned to live with it--by sixteen he really hadn't been given a choice--but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't bother him. Dreg was the only one who looked at him like a normal person.
Which is why he usually went along with whatever his brother said, even if it was clearly a bad idea. Like right now.
"Yeah, but really... you're seriously going to go through with--"
"Thresh, please!" Dreg fixed him with a calm, blue stare. "This is going to work. I promise. And we'll be able to feed the girls for a month!"
Thresh pictured their three little sisters back at their house--hut, really; pictured how skinny they were and how resigned even little Terra had become to their tragic state of poverty. No five year-old deserved to starve to death. That made up Thresh's mind.
"Okay," he said, squaring his shoulders, "let's do this. Please make sure my head stays on my shoulders if something goes wrong."
Dreg grinned his crooked grin. "Nothing will go wrong, brother," he promised. "In three hours we will be feasting on roast pheasant!"
submitted by Tempest, age Lucky 13, Somewhere Indec
(June 25, 2010 - 11:48 pm)
(June 25, 2010 - 11:48 pm)
//Still Thresh// (I'll give this a try, though I don't have much experience at RPs.)
The water from the gutter up above Thresh started to drip on to his back, and his legs started to feel incredibly cramped. They felt like they were burning up. On top of this, his nose started tickling.
"Dreg...choo!" Thresh couldn't hold in the sneeze any longer and it exploded out of him. Just in time, Dreg shoved his arm on Thresh's face to muffle the sneeze. Rain water shook out of their hair and splattered a foot away on the dark cobblestones.
They didn't dare to speak at first. Then Dreg muttered something about snot all over his arm. Thresh held his breath until he couldn't stand it any longer, then took a look at the clock tower. 12:00.
"Now!" He hissed to his brother. Just as he did so, two guards came out of the castle. They were swinging tall pikes in their hands. Thresh shuttered at the sight of the spiked, wicked looking weapons.
(Sorry it's short! It'll be longer next time.)
(June 26, 2010 - 7:30 pm)
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Melayna rushed around the kitchen. "Terra, hush!!. I'm trying!" Terra continued to scream. Where have those two gone off to? Probably trying to swoon the market girl again, no doubt. Another scream. "Terra! A twelve year old girl can only do so much!" She continued to concentrate on her hand. Come on, work!! Then, there it was, the thing she could no that she would never tell her brothers, or Noreen. DEFINITALY not snobby fourteen year old Noreen.
Melayna took the apple over to the screaming Terra. "Now, isn't that better?"
(June 26, 2010 - 7:37 pm)
//Melayna//
But though Terra stopped screaming immediately, she wouldn't take the food. Her wide blue eyes got wider, and she ran under the table.
"Terra! This is food for you!" Melayna's stomach ached for the shiny red apple, but she knew her little sister needed it more. She tried to shove it into Terra's hand, but the little girl shoved away the fruit and started crying.
"Oh Lord, an apple isn't going to hurt you!" Melayna exclaimed. She then knelt by the sobbing girl and said softly, persuasively, "Look, Terra, I know you're hungry. I'm going to take a bite out of this apple. You'll see it's perfectly fne. Then, I'll cut it up nice and pretty for you."
She had got Terra's attention. The tiny red-headed girl with ribs sticking out of her side stopped wailing. Her face was all red and blotchy and she rubbed it on her grubby shirt, then tentatively crawled out from under the table. Melayna stood up and took a large bite out of the delicious looking apple. She almost choked. It was all skin, with nothing but air inside of it, not even a core. She spat out the mouthful into her hand and stared at the bare inside.
"Darn it! This magyke always goes wrong! Darn it!" she cried. She felt like crying. "How am I supposed to feed my two lack-a-wit brothers, a snob, and a baby, with magyke that doesn't work!"
"I tell you," said Terra in her small, rusty-sounding voice, coated with Village dialect learnt from Marm Crossby and the kids. "I don' want no apple like that un. You gotta learn you some more magyke."
Melayna opened her mouth to reply, but just then the wooden door seemed to blow open. Marm Crossby, Melayna's employer, flew in the door. She never walked, she flew or blew, or huffed if she was in a bad mind. She brought in a taste of the fall morning's crisp air, and something much worse: Dreg and Thresh being dragged by their ears. They had very red faces, and flashing eyes, and their already tattered clothes were nearly destroyed and covered with dark mud.
Uh oh, what'd they do now? Thought Melayna bitterly. She had shoved her apple out of view the instant they came through the door, and to her surprise it melted in her pocket to dust. Problems, problems, all the time.
(June 27, 2010 - 6:48 pm)
THAT WAS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(June 27, 2010 - 9:19 pm)
//Clo//
"Dreg and Thresh don't know what I'm capable of." I muttered, slipping outside down the alley. Nobody had known, nobody, not in my entire life. I didn't either. I only knew that I was an orphaned thirteen-year-old, used to hunger, work and frequent beatings. Dreg and Thresh thought they had to do everything, but I felt I wasn't doing my share. I ran down the alley, ducked a clothesline that had been strung inconveniently perpendicular to the street and exactly at my head level. Then I knocked on a heavy oak door. It swung open. My Task Mistress stared at me. "Come in, Clo."
(June 27, 2010 - 8:52 pm)
//Clo again//
I walked into the room, fixing my Task Mistress with a dutiful look. I should tell you more about this job.I work for 'Fal Semag, Inc.' and it's worked by low-class youngsters like me and run by a guy named Fal. His surname is not, in fact, Semag; it's Millerson. He calls his company 'Fal Semag, Inc.' because if you take away an 'n' and move a couple spaces from that name, you will get 'False Magic.' That's what most people call shops like Fal's.'Fal Semag, Inc.' pretends to sell magic items, but really they are ordinary things with tricks. Magic items are worth a lot, and the penalties are strict for participating in false magic, but the work is easy and the pay is good. That's why I took the job.
(June 27, 2010 - 10:32 pm)
Well, my original thinking was that RP meant you created a character and stuck with it--it was yours. We'd each be a specific character in the story, but I really like what Amy's written for Thresh and Melayna... I'm game for a shifting RP if that's what the consensus is... if not, I say we keep the story going from this point... me as Thresh, Clair as Melayna... etc. What say you, Clair?
[Btw Amy, please don't take this as negative criticism... I really truly loved what you wrote. I can tell you like writing!]
I'll check in tomorrow and write something!
(June 27, 2010 - 10:56 pm)
Tempest is correct. In an RP, each person creates a different charrie, and one of the main rules is that you can't control another person's charrie. That's the difference between an RP and RRR (Round Robin 'Riting). In RRR there's only one main charrie that everyone uses.
(June 28, 2010 - 9:31 am)
Thank you, Tempest and Clair!
I should have checked in on what kind of RP you wanted. I'm fine with either type. If we stick with one character, I'll be Noreen and Terra maybe someone else, if no-one wants them. But since we already started a shifting RP, maybe we should stick with that? Do you want to have a vote? If we do shifting RP we shouldn't probably do too many points views, or it'll get confusing, but many people could do one person in different parts of the story.
(June 28, 2010 - 10:49 am)
I'm actually kind of confused now... are Clo and Melayna also sisters of Dreg and Thresh? I'm up for shifting RP, but traditional ones are also a lot of fun... making a character and controlling them mostly on your own is awesome. I say we vote (and also claim your character so no one gets confused... If you wrote them first, they're yours).
My vote is traditional RP and my character is Thresh.
(Also, Amy, Clair beat me to it, but YES, that one post was terrific!)
(June 28, 2010 - 3:09 pm)
Lets keep shifting with 2 points of veiw and maybe one later. i honestly dont get what sasha b. wrote. wat should we do about it ignore my txt talk. Its been a long day.
(June 28, 2010 - 2:14 pm)
Okay it's one-to-one. I say next person who votes is the tie-breaker. I'll accept your judgment. And yeah, Sasha, sorry, I don't understand who Clo is yet either...
(June 28, 2010 - 8:23 pm)
I vote regular RP. I'll post as soon as I can.
(June 29, 2010 - 9:29 am)
I say regular RP.
A girl was walking down the street, doing her daily inspection. She had purple eyes and messy brown hair. It looked like she had never brushed her curly hair. Her clothes were an all-black cloak on top of a black shirt and black pants. It wasn't her job to watch the street for burglars, fakers, etc. But she did it anyway. She had magic to track things, to test for fakes, and multiple other things. She was a one-girl police force, a lone enforcer, a sorceress of justice. Or she told herself that, anyways. She was paid, though. In other words, she collected rewards and bribes. She knew some powerful truth-spells, though she wasn't allowed to use them. She was keeping her eye on one group, though. Fal Semag Inc. A suspicious group. And name. If she got any bad reports about them, well... They would learn to fear the name Msinu Zunn.
(June 29, 2010 - 6:36 pm)
Right. Guess we're going with traditional. In my view, you can have as many characters as you want, just don't write as another person's character... so if you want several viewpoints, be my guest. Now, I'm going to assume that Dreg and Thresh's sisters are: Terra, Melayna, and this as yet unintroduced Noreen. I have no idea who Clo is so Sasha if you write again, it might be nice if you clarified that. And off we go!
//Thresh//
"I just don't understand where it went wrong," complained Dreg as he bathed Terra. As the youngest child, Terra was always allowed to bathe first. Then Noreen since she was next youngest, and then Melayna. By that time, the water was usually cold and dirty so it usually boiled down to which twin won the fistfight to see who didn't have to bathe last. Tonight was going to be crucial as both boys were filthier than usual.
"Where it went wrong?!" Melayna echoed in disbelief. She gaped at Dreg. "You fool, you shouldn't even have done it at all! You're just lucky Mrs. Crossby got you out of there before the guards had you arrested!"
Thresh felt himself hunch over further. His cheeks were burning with shame and his left ear still burned from Mrs. Crossby's violent twisting and dragging. Dreg just shrugged it off. "It was a good idea," he insisted, "and it would have fed us for a month. Maybe two."
"I'm working to feed us, you imbecile!" hissed Melayna. "An honest job, at that! You might want to give it a try! You're seventeen after all, shouldn't you be providing for us like a man! Thresh has his business with Baron Gareth which earns some money, but you! You lie about all day, dreaming up ways to get yourself in trouble!" She stormed out before Dreg could retort. For a minute, Thresh thought his brother looked angry enough to go after her, but Terra let out a squeal as soap got into her eyes and Dreg was distracted.
Quietly, Thresh left. He found his sister sitting in the kitchen violently sweeping the floor. She looked up as he walked in and he could see the tears in her eyes.
"Why?" she demanded, putting a hand on her hip. "Why would you let him do something like that? You know better!"
He shrugged and looked down at the floor. "Because you're all too skinny. You can see Terra's ribs, Mel. No five year-old should look like that. And I know we're not making all that much, but it's... it's kept you off the streets, hasn't it? You're sixteen now and I've seen the way some men look at you. I won't have it. Not for my sister."
When Melayna didn't say anything, he looked up and saw her face was streaked with tears. He held out his arms and she walked into them, letting the broom clatter to the wood floor. "We'll figure something out," he promised her, hugging her tight.
Melayna nodded into his chest. "Just keep your fool brother from doing something stupid while we try." They turned as a temporarily clean Terra came streaking through the kitchen. Naked. And squealing with delight.
"No! No, Terra, stop! Come here!" Dreg raced after her holding her dress, trying to corner the little girl. "Terra, I'm serious, you come here right now...." He spotted Thresh and Melayna watching with smiles. "Bath's free. Terra! Come here... aah!" He rushed after her as she ran into the bedroom.
Melayna wiped her eyes and sighed, looking up at Thresh. Melayna could look him in the eyes too, though Thresh could tell she always noticed their red color. He didn't mind though. Mel was his favorite person to talk to.
"Well," she said, stepping back and wiping off the dirt that had transferred from Thresh, "I guess I'd better--wait. Where's Noreen?"
They looked around. "She hasn't come home from the seamstresses yet?" Melayna asked. Thresh shook his head. "I wonder what's keeping her."
(June 29, 2010 - 7:07 pm)