Post by Saïx on Apr 27, 2007 13:03:06 GMT -5
Your username: Saïx
Character name: Saïx
RP example:
Roxas walked to the outer edge of Twilight Town‘s clock tower to sit and rest. On his own. Perfect.
A black portal broke through the material of the wall, a swirling mass of darkness marred with traces of purple wilting around the edges. The entrance was soundless. Silent. Not even audible above the echoing voices traveling up the concrete staircase behind. One black booted foot would slide out of the obsidian material as smooth as running oil, followed by the folds of the full length coat, resting about broad shoulders and clearly defined build.
It could have been any one of the organization members, the uniform coat made it difficult to distinguish them. The fact that his hood was drawn up over his head made it twice as difficult. Two low key thuds on the side railing as both heavy-soled boots impacted and the portal began to wither and close behind him. It was a mere moment later that hidden yellow eyes flickered to rest upon the one and only Roxas.
Before anything could be said, he'd lift one hand up to his face, hood tilted back slightly as a gloved finger pressed to his lips. "Ssh, ssh. Going to cry for help, little man?” Saïx
expected so, hence he had immediately stepped in to silence it.
"Keep looking out at the pleasant scenery, Roxas, and we can have a chat without being disturbed."
[Uh-Oh, Roxy, better run.
Yay, nay? Or would 'get the hell out' suffice?]
Character name: Saïx
RP example:
Roxas walked to the outer edge of Twilight Town‘s clock tower to sit and rest. On his own. Perfect.
A black portal broke through the material of the wall, a swirling mass of darkness marred with traces of purple wilting around the edges. The entrance was soundless. Silent. Not even audible above the echoing voices traveling up the concrete staircase behind. One black booted foot would slide out of the obsidian material as smooth as running oil, followed by the folds of the full length coat, resting about broad shoulders and clearly defined build.
It could have been any one of the organization members, the uniform coat made it difficult to distinguish them. The fact that his hood was drawn up over his head made it twice as difficult. Two low key thuds on the side railing as both heavy-soled boots impacted and the portal began to wither and close behind him. It was a mere moment later that hidden yellow eyes flickered to rest upon the one and only Roxas.
Before anything could be said, he'd lift one hand up to his face, hood tilted back slightly as a gloved finger pressed to his lips. "Ssh, ssh. Going to cry for help, little man?” Saïx
expected so, hence he had immediately stepped in to silence it.
"Keep looking out at the pleasant scenery, Roxas, and we can have a chat without being disturbed."
[Uh-Oh, Roxy, better run.
Yay, nay? Or would 'get the hell out' suffice?]
