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Post by rainbowface94 on Nov 9, 2003 2:14:24 GMT -5
Oh ok! Sorry! This is my first time RPing. Me too. What does OCC mean? ~~~ I open up my soggy notebook and look inside everything was smudged and I couldn't read any of my hand writing. I look around and see the ship hasn't departed yet so I walk to the snack table and start snacking on chips and dip. Little did I realise that my notebook had fallen in the dip...
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Post by wolfofthewoods on Nov 9, 2003 2:17:04 GMT -5
Me too. What does OCC mean? ~~~ I open up my soggy notebook and look inside everything was smudged and I couldn't read any of my hand writing. I look around and see the ship hasn't departed yet so I walk to the snack table and start snacking on chips and dip. Little did I realise that my notebook had fallen in the dip... Out of character. ~~~ "Seagulls are very annoying," I mutter, watching the birds swoop in gracefully, only to peck with murderous beaks at a child whose small hand held a hotdog.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2003 2:17:15 GMT -5
I finish war and peace, and put it in my backpack. I look around and I see a guy sleeping on the floor. Since I'm rather bored, I decide to fall asleep too.
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Post by wolfofthewoods on Nov 9, 2003 2:22:11 GMT -5
((Just so I don't disappear on you-- I have to get off to bed. I'm sick and need some rest. 'Night.))
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Post by Yugo Ryan on Nov 9, 2003 2:24:27 GMT -5
Out of character. ~~~ "Seagulls are very annoying," I mutter, watching the birds swoop in gracefully, only to peck with murderous beaks at a child whose small hand held a hotdog. I stare at the seagulls. "Tch. You'd think i'd have remembered some antacid for that kind of thing." I then look toward the sky. "I just hope Badmario remembers to post my DRSC's on schedule this time..." I stare to the ground just in front of my feet, then down another Mountain Dew.
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Post by Yugo Ryan on Nov 9, 2003 2:26:06 GMT -5
((Just so I don't disappear on you-- I have to get off to bed. I'm sick and need some rest. 'Night.)) 'Night Kath.
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 9, 2003 2:41:42 GMT -5
((Alright, I'm a bit late, but I'll join.
Name: GLQ (Not giving my real name.)
Age: 28
Appearence: Dirty-blonde hair going all the way down to her waist, silver glasses, blue eyes, a green t-shirt, and blue jeans.
Occupation: Just got out of college, and is looking around for a job.
Lives in: A suburb town of Alaska))
GlQ walks by, looking around.
"Wow, am I late or what?"
She walks to the edge of the dock, and looks up at the sky.
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Post by misslynx on Nov 9, 2003 7:31:40 GMT -5
((Name: D. Beauregard-Cazabon(Loooooong composed name ;D) Age: 26 Occupation: Part-time pianist and full-time camera...er...person for CBC News. Lives in: Has a home in Montreal but is constantly moving around for her job. Appearance: Short brown hair let loose, jeans and a woolen shirt with beige, blue and white horizontal stripes. Metal rectangular glasses.))
((I will post later, 'cause now I have no inspiration.))
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Post by Tracy on Nov 9, 2003 7:49:15 GMT -5
Name: Rachael Trace, aka. Tracy (I might change my name to Tracy if I got married XD)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearence: Copper dreadlocks, dark clothing, pale complexion.
Occupation: Animator for Disney
Lives in: Los Angeles
Suddenly, the doors swing open, and a figure drives in on a large, black motorbike (huzzah!). The figure skids the bike to a halt, and takes off her helmet to reveal a pale woman, with dark copper dreadlocks. She gets off the bike, and walks over to the snack table.
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Post by stoneman3x on Nov 9, 2003 8:48:36 GMT -5
I secretly hope that the removal of my shirt and the exposure of my godly and extremely muscular torso will so overwhelm everyone with awe that they will forget I am changing from an ink soaked shirt into a sea-soaked shirt because it is my only option. The moment my chest is bared, I am surrounded on all sides by a torrent of giggling.
I quickly scan the faces of the crowd and see that their mirth is aimed at someome else. In a way, I'm glad they aren't laughing at me for once, but I can't help but think that I have just blown a perfect opportunity to impress girls because if I have to rely on actual conversation, I might as well catch a cab home. I am always a lot more witty in print than in person. I never know what to say to total strangers. Of course, THEORETICALLY, we all know each other. But there is still that awkward, "Excuse me, do we know each other" thing to get past...
A woman collides into me sending my sea-soaked shirt back into the ocean, but the luggage handlers are scooping out my clothes with their long-handled hook and simply sigh and slosh me one they have just retrieved.
I was kind of hoping my "Really Confused" T-shirt would be a sort of introduction/name tag, but now I was wearing a T-shirt that read "I'm with stupid" with an upwards pointing arrow. I amble casually towards the snack table because it seems to be attracting women like flies.
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Post by Crystal on Nov 9, 2003 8:55:30 GMT -5
Heh, why not join?
Name: E. 'Crystal' C.
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Appearance: Asian-Chinese, waist-length black hair tied in two long braids, black T-shirt and blue jeans, sneakers
Occupation: Computer engineer
Lives in: Malaysia, I'm on holiday
A young woman walks up, her hands in her pockets and a backpack slung over her back, and promptly collides with a dripping-wet guy with a ponytail who is vainly trying to squeeze a spare shirt dry. The shirt flies out of his hands and lands in the ocean. I stumble backwards and land on the girl chomping chips and dip.
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Post by tennmagpie on Nov 9, 2003 9:03:19 GMT -5
((Name: Maggie Callee (That's not my last name, but if you mispronounce it right (huh?), it sounds like "magically.")
Age: 26
Appearence: Dark blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, white skin with a slight tan, about 5'6", crooked wire-frame glasses, the "Darigan RULES!" shirt I bought from 99Dogs 12 years before and saved for a moment like this, blue jeans, and hiking sandals. Oh, and there's a red Zafara keychain in my back pocket that's important later.
Occupation: I'm a children's book author who just had her first book published and is trying very hard to get past her chronic writer's block.
Lives in: Miami, Florida))
I run up to the dock, my hair flying wildly behind me. "HI! Guess who I am!" I shout happily. Then, I take a second to look at everyone else and slowly back away a few inches.
((I probably won't still be that hyper in 15 years, but it makes for an interesting character...))
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Post by stoneman3x on Nov 9, 2003 9:11:46 GMT -5
I glance up the flushed blonde and eye her "Darigan Rules" T-shirt.
"I'm dripping into my expensive green boots..." I murmur to myself but reply, "You're Darigan?..." I then am totally lost at what to say next and lapse into an uncomfortable silence when the potato chip I attempt to place in the dip is dunked into the punch bowl instead. So I eat it pretending I meant to do that, but I wonder how long it takes to die of embarrassment.
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Post by Crystal on Nov 9, 2003 9:16:17 GMT -5
I eye the guy eating chips and punch, absently apologizing profusely to the woman who I have just covered in dip. My paraniod brain immediately starts to think up horrible situations. What if this guy was posessed by the mutant virtupet clones or something?
"Erm... who are you?"
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Post by tennmagpie on Nov 9, 2003 9:16:42 GMT -5
I glance up the flushed blonde and eye her "Darigan Rules" T-shirt. "You're in the right place if you are a klutz..." I murmur to myself but reply, "It appears so..." I then am totally lost at what to say next and lapse into an uncomfortable silence when the potato chip I attempt to place in the dip is dunked into the punch bowl instead. So I eat it pretending I meant to to that, but I wonder how long it takes to die of embarrassment. (( That's third-degree embarrassment! Get medical treatment immeadiately!)) I saw the look in his eyes when he read my t-shirt, but decide to stay away from the old Darigan vs. Meridell argument. I mentally scan down the list of Meridell-loving males from the NTWF, but since the "Meridell-Loving Males" club all joined the forum, it doesn't help me much. ((EDIT: Post-editing in RPS is so confusing...))
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