Major shitty-ness attack. I've been told be fifty million people that I'm a great RPer. But for some God Forsaken reason no one wants to role play with me. I mean I'm more than Semi lit, I'm a nice...err....metamorph...I mean I guess it's because I don't get into fifty million battles then walk in all 'Oh be my prince charming I'm wounded, owww!!!!!' like.
{i.e. - The lights in the teenagers room were dimly lit. The candles assorted around the room provided the real light. She sat on a black four-poster bed placed in the center of the room. A guitar laid across her lay and she played along with AC/DC's Hell's Bells perfectly. She knew she should be down in the lobby serving customers that wished for something from the bar, but she said to hell with that they have hands, they can pour their own drinks. "Hells bells, hells bells. Hells bells, you got me ringing. Hells bells, my temperature's high. Hells bells....."}
{{i.e -The young girl emerged from the stairs and walked over to the bar. She leaped up and over the counter and landed on the other side. She pulled out a wine bottle with a thick purple liquid with small blue beads inside. Leaning with her back on the bar, turned away from everyone she folded her arms and sipped from the bottle unable to hear her surrounds because on the music streaming into her ears.}}
See?? Someone please tell me what I'm doing wrong... crying
 .The.Super.Sadist. · Wed Mar 22, 2006 @ 07:50pm · 2 Comments |
