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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2003 21:07:29 GMT -5
By this time, I'm a bit tired of blasting my vocal cords out with the sax. I carefully replace it in its case, and take out my viola, just for kicks. I start sawing away, doing insane harmonies. Fun.
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 12, 2003 23:02:50 GMT -5
GLQ comes up with her violin and starts playing insanely fast, her fingers flying, and her bow moving faster than ever.
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Post by Crystal on Nov 12, 2003 23:24:00 GMT -5
I run out of voice and get tired, so I crawl down the stage stairs and sit at the bottom, watching.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2003 8:17:02 GMT -5
((Still Spirit here, don't get confused.)) I pick up my pace to match GLQ's, but play softer and slower for awhile to let her have the spotlight.
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Nov 13, 2003 14:59:40 GMT -5
Meg grins and finishes up and grabs her bass. "Sorry, had to get that outta my system! Now...where were we? Ah yes, about here." She plays down on the twelth frets.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2003 16:40:25 GMT -5
'I've got no idea where we were,' I say. I go crazy Celtic-like on the viola, and start to Riverdance for the fun of it.
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Post by Yugo Ryan on Nov 16, 2003 22:26:51 GMT -5
(Wow, it sure quieted down here, didn't it?)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2003 8:04:51 GMT -5
((Yep. I guess everyone ran out of ideas. Somebody needs to get an idea for a really good RPG... all my RPGs seem to have died. =P))
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 18, 2003 20:00:42 GMT -5
GLQ starts playing "Physically Insane", her bow moving at mach 3.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2003 22:38:38 GMT -5
I put down my viola and say, 'Hey, who's up for a little discussion? We can get to know each other better!' ((If there's anyone even left here...))
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Post by RJ on Nov 20, 2003 6:40:52 GMT -5
(I might try and liven it up a little. Well, at least I hope)
My name: RJ
Gender: Female Age: 29
Appearance: Long blonde hair, teal eyes, fluffy jacket, fluffy skirt, pink t-shirt, and fluffy boots
Occupation: Fashion magazine editor, and frying pan consultant
Lives in: Port Macqaurie, Australia ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A swishing sound came from the side of the ship. Everyone turned to see a colourful parachute descend from the sky and crash into a window. From under the parachute came thrashing arms. Finally a frying pan emerged out followed by a hand and a woman in her late 20's. "Anybody want to hear about the wonderous uses for frying pans?" I asked brightly, waving the kitchen tool around excitedly. I blinked and stared at the group. "I know you guys don't I? Curse this memory of mine..."
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Post by misslynx on Nov 20, 2003 7:34:29 GMT -5
I looked at the lady who had just landed on the ship. When I heard her ask if we would like to know the uses for frying pans, I supposed it was Random Joy, since she was obsessed with frying pans last time I had seen her post on the forum. "Would you happen to be Random Joy, on the NTWF?" I asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2003 8:25:09 GMT -5
I stood for a moment and stared at the woman who had just crashed through the window.
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Post by RJ on Nov 22, 2003 6:28:55 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm Random_Joy..." I blinked. "Wait a second... now I remember!! Hey all you NTWFs!!! How cool!!! So what's been happening? I can' t wait to hear!" I plunked myself down on a chair, ignoring the continuing stares.
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Post by Rider on Dec 23, 2003 11:38:54 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]((Good lord, I'm REALLY late. Just thought I'd post for no apparent reason... so yeah.))
My name: Ridergirl/Rider/Jen
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Appearance: Asian, almond-shaped eyes. Long dark hair that reaches almost to my butt. medium build, medium complexion. wearing a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Purple gel pen over one ear.
Occupation: Novel writer for young adults. Does some journalism on the side
Lives in: Maine
I'm riding bareback on a mare that, in the sunlight, looks red as a tomato. When we pass under the shade of a tree, you realize that she's actually a reddish-brown color. The horse is going fairly quickly, and I almost run into RJ. "Good morning, people!" I cry, jumping off the horse. "Remember me? Ridergirl the Meepit Queen? Actually, there's a funny story that goes with that title. About five years ago, the Meepits revolted. Said they wanted a different Queen. Someone by the name of Plushiowner." The Felfs revolted too and crowned the Snowager their king. But I'm still Queen of the Weewoos! And if anyone wants to know why I'm so late, IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE A FLIPPIN' TURDLE OF A MAIL CARRIER! ... Don't look at me like that. I'm honest-to-goodness serious. Last Christmas, it was a nightmare trying to find shell polish for him."[/glow]
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