Post by Drea on Nov 5, 2006 14:24:33 GMT -5
Your username: lexxeii
Character name: Um... Roxas X3 as stated in the subject line there.
RP example:
The remainder of the night hours passed without incident, giving Roxas time to regain the energy he needed for the job awaiting him first thing in the morning. He awoke to another gorgeous day in Twilight Town in high spirits, knowing that there was still five full days left of summer break. If Mrs. Hoppkins paid him as much as he imagined she would, those last days of freedom spent with his friends would turn out to be the best of the whole vacation. Although he was dreading the task of dragging sixteen dogs for a walk, he knew the result would be well worth any pain he suffered in the interim. He was looking forward to lounging about wherever they decided to go.
His eyes just happened to glance down at the star-shaped clock on the desk beside his bed - and he gasped sharply, leaping to his feet. “Oh no!” That couldn‘t be right, could it?! He was THIRTY minute late! Why didn’t the alarm go off?! Ugh, no time to worry about it now, he had to move! Ten more minutes were lost as he quickly threw on clothing, sliding his fingers back through his wild locks of blonde hair to get the strands to fall into a sort of strange order, before bolting out the door. He didn’t even get a chance to grab something to eat on the way out - not that that mattered at this particular moment.
Once he stepped out into the Twilit streets of his hometown, he began to run as swiftly as his legs would carry him. More than one rock popped up and somehow slid down into his shoes, but he didn’t let even that stop him from racing to his destination across town. His goal was to reach the old woman’s house in under five minutes.
“Hey, Roxas!” A rather hefty man called out, holding his hand out to wave to the young man, rushing past him in a blur of color, “I got a question fer ya!”
“Notnowinahurrysorrrylaterbye!” He yelled back over his shoulder in one long breath, flashing an apologetic smile. Then, like the graceful being that he was, he stumbled, his foot catching on a larger cobblestone settled in the road in front of him. “EEeeh!” There was no saving face now, his body lurched forward, sliding a good distance along the ground thanks to the rate at which he had been running. He managed to rip a large hole in the knee of his pants, not to mention scrap the skin up pretty bad.
“Augh…” Lifting his head, he glanced in the direction of Mrs. Hoppkins house, a simple hop, skip and jump away from where he was currently laying, watching as she handed over payment… to another kid. She caught sight of him too, a look caught between dissatisfaction and annoyance crossing over the ancient features of her face before she disappeared back into the recesses of her house.
“….uuuugh.” Roxas lowered his head, not caring that he was still laying face-down in the dirt. How could this have happened? Everything had been going so well…
“They’re going to be so angry with me…”
What was he supposed to do now? Who would hire him in such short notice?
In his disappointment, the boy did not seem to notice that the fresh wound on his knee was not bleeding like it should have been.
And... BAM, that's all. :B
Character name: Um... Roxas X3 as stated in the subject line there.
RP example:
The remainder of the night hours passed without incident, giving Roxas time to regain the energy he needed for the job awaiting him first thing in the morning. He awoke to another gorgeous day in Twilight Town in high spirits, knowing that there was still five full days left of summer break. If Mrs. Hoppkins paid him as much as he imagined she would, those last days of freedom spent with his friends would turn out to be the best of the whole vacation. Although he was dreading the task of dragging sixteen dogs for a walk, he knew the result would be well worth any pain he suffered in the interim. He was looking forward to lounging about wherever they decided to go.
His eyes just happened to glance down at the star-shaped clock on the desk beside his bed - and he gasped sharply, leaping to his feet. “Oh no!” That couldn‘t be right, could it?! He was THIRTY minute late! Why didn’t the alarm go off?! Ugh, no time to worry about it now, he had to move! Ten more minutes were lost as he quickly threw on clothing, sliding his fingers back through his wild locks of blonde hair to get the strands to fall into a sort of strange order, before bolting out the door. He didn’t even get a chance to grab something to eat on the way out - not that that mattered at this particular moment.
Once he stepped out into the Twilit streets of his hometown, he began to run as swiftly as his legs would carry him. More than one rock popped up and somehow slid down into his shoes, but he didn’t let even that stop him from racing to his destination across town. His goal was to reach the old woman’s house in under five minutes.
“Hey, Roxas!” A rather hefty man called out, holding his hand out to wave to the young man, rushing past him in a blur of color, “I got a question fer ya!”
“Notnowinahurrysorrrylaterbye!” He yelled back over his shoulder in one long breath, flashing an apologetic smile. Then, like the graceful being that he was, he stumbled, his foot catching on a larger cobblestone settled in the road in front of him. “EEeeh!” There was no saving face now, his body lurched forward, sliding a good distance along the ground thanks to the rate at which he had been running. He managed to rip a large hole in the knee of his pants, not to mention scrap the skin up pretty bad.
“Augh…” Lifting his head, he glanced in the direction of Mrs. Hoppkins house, a simple hop, skip and jump away from where he was currently laying, watching as she handed over payment… to another kid. She caught sight of him too, a look caught between dissatisfaction and annoyance crossing over the ancient features of her face before she disappeared back into the recesses of her house.
“….uuuugh.” Roxas lowered his head, not caring that he was still laying face-down in the dirt. How could this have happened? Everything had been going so well…
“They’re going to be so angry with me…”
What was he supposed to do now? Who would hire him in such short notice?
In his disappointment, the boy did not seem to notice that the fresh wound on his knee was not bleeding like it should have been.
And... BAM, that's all. :B
