Purge Starts Now

[Kinoko]

Here is where you post your RP post. Use one you've done before compose one on the spot, I don't give two fruitcakes what you do. I don't even give one. Once again, watch your spelling, your grammar, your style, your punctuation, the length of your post, etc. etc. etc. Make me proud. ...Or try to.[/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end...

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[Kinoko]

Kinoko whistled a cheerful tune as she strolled down the street, wondering exactly what the meaning of life was! How utterly fascinating! Not...

Actually, she was bored out of her wits. Literally.

She nodded at a passing stranger, sighing as she stepped into a puddle on purpose,

Whyever is life so boring?

./OOC;` I wrote about a stroll down the street. You may write about whatever, just don't respond to my post or anybody else's. NOW WRITE!![/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end...

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[zabuza]

Shuziro walked into the area. His Zanbato gleamed on his back. He was shopping for fruit.

"Ohh I like this one!!!" said Shuziro to the shopkeeper, "what's it called?"

The shop keeper looked at him like he was a dumbass.

"It's called an orange."

"OHHH!!!! An orange huh? I'll take 50!"

"That will be 100 origami."

"100 ORIGAMI!!!!! THAT'S HIGHWAY ROBBERY!!! Ok fine here."

Shuziro handed out the money and got his oranges. and continued walking down the street with a cart of oranges behind him. He had a big smile on his face.

[blue]

^{I am the Sun}

His misty eyes seemed like fog seen through crystal, a shadowy fire burning deeply in such smoky orbs, only the vaguest hint of blue shimmering through as he watched her. She noticed, a crimson flourish crossing her soft peachy skin. He stood, stepping towards her with his light willowy form, seeming to float across the air that so separated them. He bowed, taking the girls hand and kissing it gently, soft pout of a mouth brushing against her in a daring tingle that made her gasp. He smiled, straightening and looking deeply into her fiery emerald orbs. He lifted his hand, feeling lightly the silky petal like aura of her skin. She was but a rose, and he the sun, and he would glimmer over her and protect her. He smiled enticingly, her breath catching in her throat at the closeness of his body. He brought his left hand from behind his back, a delicate rose blooming so gently from in between his finger tips. Dew was placed just so, the brilliant petals glowing their bloody love. The thorns were removed and he gave it to her, the girl trembling as she reached for it with a delicate hand.

She was about to take the flower when with all suddenness he swept forward, lips connecting themselves with he girls. She melted, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist lest she drop to the floor. After a moment he pulled back, her eyes fluttering as if she were going to against him. The boy smiled, golden hair gleaming in the sun as he helped her to stay up. He watched her recover slowly, sweeping towards her once more. This time her pause just before her mouth and she looked under a spell, longing to feel him against her again when he whispered, “Thank you for the food, I hope I didn’t cause any trouble.” And he stepped back looking abashed and she tried to deny that he’d been any trouble at all. He let his hip jut slightly in a sort of ‘oh but I’m so terrible for letting you feed me for free like that!’ as he put on a pout and his eyes whispered dreamy innocence. The girl smiled; face beating red with such a blush that she was near swooning. He thanked her again, smiling and swaying from the small inn. He stepped into the sun, small grin in place. Oh he was so good…wrong, but good.

What was this boy’s name? This flirt, this boy, this...Demon. Was October, October Shade. A cat demon. He shook short golden hair, innocent face turning left and right before he strode off down the street. He knew he shouldn’t entice anyone, but it was so fun, and he did love the thrill of adrenaline and lust he had to fight to pull himself away from the chase. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he dipped off the road and into the shadows of the trees. It was a nice day. He loved his quotes too, "I am but the Sun and you are the Rose that I shine upon and protect..." He giggled leaning against a tree. Oh, but there were so many roses in the world weren’t there? He sighed, cat ears growing silently from his human ears. He ran a hand along the silky soft beige fur, the warmth of the sunlight caressing and racing along his fur. What type of cat demon was he? Oh, well, since you asked...he was a Siamese kitten.

((:3 is that it? I like Tober, he's such a damn flirt!!!))

_{You are my Rose}

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[blue]

^{I am the Sun}

((OMG, I was craving oranges today in like 2nd period, it was crazy!))

_{You are my Rose}

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[bllaakkee]

Karron was wandering around the wolf demon town. He would occasionally stop at a store and look at its goods. He walked through an ally trying to get to the other side. He couldn't figure out why he was actually going through the ally. There wasn't much on the other side, but he felt as if something or someone was drawing him to the place. He got to about half way down the ally. When he was suddenly pulled into a dark room.

He looked around wondering where he was but he couldn't see any thing. Then a voice came out and said in a Erie tone "You must wait here for the others do not try to move or leave the room for they should be here soon." Karron looked around but no one was there. Karron saw a chair had been placed out for him. He walked over to it and sat down waiting...

[Kinoko]

zabuza said:

Shuziro walked into the area. His Zanbato gleamed on his back. He was shopping for fruit.

"Ohh I like this one!!!" said Shuziro to the shopkeeper, "what's it called?"

The shop keeper looked at him like he was a dumbass.

"It's called an orange."

"OHHH!!!! An orange huh? I'll take 50!"

"That will be 100 origami."

"100 ORIGAMI!!!!! THAT'S HIGHWAY ROBBERY!!! Ok fine here."

Shuziro handed out the money and got his oranges. and continued walking down the street with a cart of oranges behind him. He had a big smile on his face.

Very few spelling and grammar mistakes. I'll take it. Just a word of advice though, try compounding your sentences. It might work better. For example:

"Shuziro walked into the area, his Zanbato gleaming on his back as he shopped for fruit."

Three minor sentences into one sentence, everything flows better and sounds spiffy. Ok, you pass.[/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... to meet you at road's end...[/glow]

[Kinoko]

blue said:

^{I am the Sun}

His misty eyes seemed like fog seen through crystal, a shadowy fire burning deeply in such smoky orbs, only the vaguest hint of blue shimmering through as he watched her. She noticed, a crimson flourish crossing her soft peachy skin. He stood, stepping towards her with his light willowy form, seeming to float across the air that so separated them. He bowed, taking the girls hand and kissing it gently, soft pout of a mouth brushing against her in a daring tingle that made her gasp. He smiled, straightening and looking deeply into her fiery emerald orbs. He lifted his hand, feeling lightly the silky petal like aura of her skin. She was but a rose, and he the sun, and he would glimmer over her and protect her. He smiled enticingly, her breath catching in her throat at the closeness of his body. He brought his left hand from behind his back, a delicate rose blooming so gently from in between his finger tips. Dew was placed just so, the brilliant petals glowing their bloody love. The thorns were removed and he gave it to her, the girl trembling as she reached for it with a delicate hand.

She was about to take the flower when with all suddenness he swept forward, lips connecting themselves with he girls. She melted, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist lest she drop to the floor. After a moment he pulled back, her eyes fluttering as if she were going to against him. The boy smiled, golden hair gleaming in the sun as he helped her to stay up. He watched her recover slowly, sweeping towards her once more. This time her pause just before her mouth and she looked under a spell, longing to feel him against her again when he whispered, “Thank you for the food, I hope I didn’t cause any trouble.?And he stepped back looking abashed and she tried to deny that he’d been any trouble at all. He let his hip jut slightly in a sort of ‘oh but I’m so terrible for letting you feed me for free like that!?as he put on a pout and his eyes whispered dreamy innocence. The girl smiled; face beating red with such a blush that she was near swooning. He thanked her again, smiling and swaying from the small inn. He stepped into the sun, small grin in place. Oh he was so good…wrong, but good.

What was this boy’s name? This flirt, this boy, this...Demon. Was October, October Shade. A cat demon. He shook short golden hair, innocent face turning left and right before he strode off down the street. He knew he shouldn’t entice anyone, but it was so fun, and he did love the thrill of adrenaline and lust he had to fight to pull himself away from the chase. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he dipped off the road and into the shadows of the trees. It was a nice day. He loved his quotes too, "I am but the Sun and you are the Rose that I shine upon and protect..." He giggled leaning against a tree. Oh, but there were so many roses in the world weren’t there? He sighed, cat ears growing silently from his human ears. He ran a hand along the silky soft beige fur, the warmth of the sunlight caressing and racing along his fur. What type of cat demon was he? Oh, well, since you asked...he was a Siamese kitten.

((:3 is that it? I like Tober, he's such a damn flirt!!!))

_{You are my Rose}

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Hehe. ^^ Do I need to say anything about your post? ^^ Tons better than mine. Just some minor spelling/wording mistakes, nothing you can't fix with spell-check. Great job! ^^ You pass [even though you don't have to take part. XD Do you want to? ^^][/color][/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... to meet you at road's end...[/glow]

[Kinoko]

bllaakkee said:

Karron was wandering around the wolf demon town. He would occasionally stop at a store and look at its goods. He walked through an ally trying to get to the other side. He couldn't figure out why he was actually going through the ally. There wasn't much on the other side, but he felt as if something or someone was drawing him to the place. He got to about half way down the ally. When he was suddenly pulled into a dark room.

He looked around wondering where he was but he couldn't see any thing. Then a voice came out and said in a Erie tone "You must wait here for the others do not try to move or leave the room for they should be here soon." Karron looked around but no one was there. Karron saw a chair had been placed out for him. He walked over to it and sat down waiting...

What a random topic, Blake. XD But I've got to say, it's better than what you've cranked out so far. ^^

Ok, same problem as with zabuza, try compounding your sentences. XD More style and sophistication that way.

It's "eerie", not the Erie Canal, just a pointer.

Very few spelling and grammar mistakes so you pass too. That's right, "Thank you, Kinoko". Go on, say it. XD[/size]

[glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... to meet you at road's end...[/glow]

[OmegaFalcon]

Kibbly was out shopping for some food at the farmers market he saw a poor little boy reaching up trying to grab an apple. The keeper of the stand saw him and started to yell at the poor little boy. Kibbly walked right up to the keeper and the little boy. He bent down and gave the poor little boy an apple. The little boy ran off happy with the apple.

"Hey you can't do that!" Yelled the keeper.

"I will pay for that apple sir if you just settle down." Kibbly said in a very calm voice.

"Who do you think you are helping some street rat?” The Keeper said still angry but his voice was calming down. “That will blacken your name for sure.”

"I help my own kind. I feel no shame in giving that little boy some food. Here is the money. You should be a little kinder to people." Kibbly handed the man the money and left to fallow the little boy. He was a cat demon in need. I could not help my self. Kibbly thought to him self.

OOC:Reread and fixed once again!

[illusionmaster]

“I was walking through the streets that day, just observing and watching the children making their snowmen, having their snow ball fights, sledding down the biggest hill their parents would let them go down, all of them laughing having fun just as children do, expecting nothing more nothing less.

“I walked passed one house, two houses, three, four, then at the fifth house I saw it a huge pillar of light in the distance, the light, it changed colors.

“What colors did I see? Well it was blue, black, red, indigo, green, purple, cyan, orange, pink, magenta, and white.

“Yes that was every color I saw and in that order.

“You want my name?

“Well, sorry I can’t give you that.

“Why, because I would like to keep my confidentiality, and I see no reason for you to know.

“You require my name for your records. For your records you can just put down ‘Information from an anonymous contributor,’ and if that’s not good enough for you then I’ll be forced to stop giving you information on the subject.

“Ok then, come if you want, but I won’t be here, and you’ll never find me.” Tharsus then hangs up the phone turns around, and walks off.

[Azure Sea]

Trust me when I say this children....OOC: Well, since admins do have to participate. -.- I'm lazy, so I'm going to use Desiree's RP sample. It's a bit altered from the original. All hail Lemony Snicket! X3

A strange looking girl walked on the edge of a cliff. As she looked down, she was hit with a splash of spray from the foaming gray waves. It was dawn, just after a thunder storm that had poured rain on her last night. She had to use her wings as a shield from the heavy drops. This beach was all rocky, and nothing like the tropical beaches that she heard the Cats lived on. Ame lightly flapped her wings on Desiree's right shoulder. Up there with the smell of sea salt, and the cool breeze, she was allowed temporary relief from her constant worries. The never ending sheet of gray sky allowed her to form a gray fog in her mind. If she didn't think, she didn't worry. If she didn't worry, she could relax.

The world was quiet here. Her Grandmother always said that the place where you find peace, is a place where the world is truly quiet. This must be one of those places. Temporary as it was, it was somehow stable to her. She started wondering what about this simple, yet awe-inspiring place could make it feel stable. Or did a place EVER feel stable?

She prayed to God that she could just sit up there for years on end, this picture never changing. She sat like this for hours. The fog, mist, and clouds blocked the sun's rays, making hours seem like mere minutes. Finally a break in the clouds came, the picture's paint starting to run. The paranoia was soon to come back. Then she felt it. A single tear dropped down, her eyes becoming the cold, frozen look she always had to shield herself. No amount of fire or warmth would change them.

Stop, drop, and roll doesn't work in Hell.

[vehemence]

There are precisely two types of creatures residing in a dilapidated place we call home, and only two. One category is composed of the humans, both a pusillanimous and brazen species so decadent that they have become half of two, but never whole of one. Lacerated marks of nine etched upon skin so pallid to be presumed dead. That is what humans are constituted of, deleterious outrecuidance. Obsequious creatures extolling a deity with remarks of underlying invidiousness. Duplicitous termagants and contumacious, porcine ingrates. Blood imbruing the carpet.

Pity, Lydia was rather fond of them.

Ah, but she should not digress from the matter at hand. What of the other type? Why, the demons, of course! Vagrant beings forever on a peregrination through tenebrous abyss, from the inception of each epoch to imminent apocalypse. Shadowed by caliginous silk of undulating drapes that portend an inauspicious denouement for all. Yet, the adumbration of tomorrow is cleverly sealed within the vast tomes of today. Sometimes, mortality is better than immortality. An asomatous existence lingering eternally lost upon ashes. Maculated souls. For all the trenchant wit and affluence to offer as oblation, the naufragous storm will always strike. Futile to control fate.

Perhaps, just perhaps, Lydia mused. Maybe hope is still present. She smiled, perfidious, anteric queen unsheathing the dagger to plunge into a misadventured lover's throat. "Oh, you're no fun." A pout graced incarnadine lips. Rubescent cheeks titivated for an interment.

Beneath a sanguinary sun and prostrated underneath the besmirched yew, there lies a man who intrepidly endeavored to dominate what was preordained.

Repugnant fool.

Unmitigated impertinence.

[OOC] It is approximately one in the morning as I'm rapidly typing this. Talk about infelicitous. >.< I really should be working on my bio homework -gags- or flashfics. Ah, enough with the martyr complex. Ahem, anyway, I suppose that pitiable junk I posted can be considered as a sample. I am incorrigibly aeolistic. I apologize for my remiss actions regarding this forum. I am back and willing to attempt ostensibly unfeasible feats to redeem myself. Ha, like that'll ever work. ^_^ [OOC]

[Evagorn]

OOC: First thing, I like Vehemence, such a vocabulary . Second thing, this character isn't technically approved, but I need to be purged so I'm gonna do it anyway.

Darkness, the night cradled the Wraith mansion with its omnipresent embrace. It alone bore witness to the horror within. Damian, the sole resident, was wracked with torment. His screams had been going so long now, his voice could no longer utter them and he could merely gag at the pain. The armor he'd found, he'd sculpted, he'd owned, now owned him. He flew throughout his home, scraping against walls, the wallpaper and plaster peeled off going right into the inner workings of the home. Furniture was overturned, windows cracked and broken, fine sculptures and artwork laid wasted upon the floor. It was the scene of madness.

He reeled, his eyes bloodshot, he couldn't even think of anything but the pain, and the laughter. Hideous, horrid, deep and never-ending laughter. It echoed through his halls and his mind, constantly adding new verses to the cacophony of the nightmarish laughter. It was like thousands, all mocking him, mocking his fear and is anguish. He struck at everywhere he heard it coming from, in a futile attempt to silence it. So great was his effort, that blood dripped from the walls, the floor trailed it all along his path, it slowly crept its way from within the armor itself and dripped from the cracks in the plate. His body was drenched in it now, all shed from his own actions. He could not stop, he could not rest, his life was nothing but the pain and torment.

At last, the day came. The sun's feeble rays penetrated into his house and recoiled at the travesty within. Clouds soon rolled in, covering the sun's light to shield it from the madness. But within, was the laughter, only now it had changed. What was before a gallery of jeers, was now a focused, calm sound. It echoed from the source, one voice. There he sat, on a throne made from the maddened destruction of his own home. Damian, he now laughed, triumphant. He now mocked that which mocked him, for he had survived.

"Now," he spoke at last, blood falling from his lips at every word "That the introductions are done, Wraith, I think its time we finally got to business. Show me that power, that power that drove me to madness." He laughed, and laughed, and laughed until his body collapsed from exhaustion. But his smile still remained, the same smile of the original Wraith, a curved wicked grin of sadistic glee.

And still, echoing in silence, the laughter continued, Damian could hear it still with in the corridors of his mind. The laughed, was it the Wraith? No, not that human. It was the Wraith, the armor, it was fear itself laughing at him. Laughing.......... and laughing.........

[vehemence]

[OOC] I think I'm far too fond of impromptu writing. This is what I call being supererogatory. ^_^ Well, since Kinoko didn't propose a limit to the number of samples we have to provide, here I go¡ng--again. Warnings: I have an inexorable predilection for drabbles and the notorious "esoteric expressions" Surmounting the story-like style for RP-ing is another quandary. [OOC]

Epistle

Heels clicked across frigid marble, rustling satin succeeding each punctiliously placed shoe. The orotund perorations of this earl or that marquis were so consonant with the commensurately stentorian lord or king. Almost preternatural. Arcane tales of grotesquely malformed monstrosities that engrossed them twisted into unwholesome confabulations. Indeed, they seemed to have a proclivity for insalubrious discourses. Horrid are contretemps, verboten should they ever eventuate. Better to drink some preprandial, nocuous wine from a relucent alembic than suffer humiliation. Amenities, the elixir of complaisant fools. For all the ostentatious etiquette in the world, plebeians they would forever remain.

She shuddered, strange, for the night was rather warm, and a languorous breeze brought the branches into oscillation. Tergiversating between pharisaic principles, only to never glimpse at the truth. Yet, what is the truth? A thing that would never be disseminated. Each side implemented subterfuges to preclude the other from knowing. Some quagmires cannot be obviated.

A histrionic sigh escaped her. The white contrasted prodigiously against suffocating, lugubrious obsidian. What was written on paper could be expunged, but stone was another matter. The world was tranquil on this single night, and she could prescind from decorum. An ephemeral, halcyon bliss soon to be eradicated. All too quickly, expeditiously executed. Lydia wrote rapidly, dripping scratches from the tip. An immurement fallaciously painted. Veneration for a tutelary apparition. Exprobation for the delirious child. She was so beleaguered by their remonstrations. Ramifications of caprice always left a piquant memory behind them.

"May you ascend to perennial paradise."

The parchment began to burn.

[OOC] You may animadvert on this. It's weird, even I admit that. [OOC]