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s i l e n c e's Application; I await my fate...
Topic Started: Jan 3 2010, 06:29 PM (143 Views)
s i l e n c e
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Username: s i l e n c e
Preferred Name: Shannon
Age (optional): 17
Years role-playing: 3 1/2 years
Favorite Genre: Anything of a fantastical nature, character drama, crime/thriller-ish type stuff, and...uh, does ‘weird’ count as a genre? Most of my roleplays are weird.
Least favorite genre: anything revolving around a high school. (Unless the plot is good.)
Anything you’d like to add: I’m a mousy person who likes to hide behind the Internet. ^^

Role-playing Sample: (Copied and pasted from an e-mail RP with minor edits, it’s horrendously long, sorry about that. Can't bare to chop it down either. One of my favorites.)

~xoxo~

Jensen Harkley prided himself on being a top-rated intellectual; he had acquired several degrees in a variety of subjects from a cornucopia of universities mostly for his own amusement, but overtime, he’d grown to realized that knowledge was a terrible burden, and had long since refused to touch another book. He’d read enough anyway. Right now, he’d settled down for nice cushy job teaching Applied Philosophy at the local Auburg College. He was young, and since he had a way about him, he was easily the most popular instructor on campus. Between his day job, his nonexistent private life, and his voluntary public obligations...Jensen Harkley felt that it really was worthwhile to lobby to the Powers that Be for more hours in a day. Somewhere in the thirties, maybe, that sounded fair. Jensen was sure that he would be a happier person if he ran on five hours of sleep instead of the usual two.

Not that anything was really worthwhile or fair nowadays, on a purely philosophical standpoint, Jensen felt that there wasn’t much to appreciate on an overall level...it was getting on to be December, and something else chilled along with the weather. Snow was in the week’s forecast and he supposed that everyone who didn’t really have anything else to look forward to...looked forward to that. There were people that looked forward to the holidays too, but with the recession and all, those people were in the minority.

He supposed his highly above average intellect lent something to it; Jensen hated snow, snow meant bad roads, even worse colds, random people whom he did not know trying to cajole money out of him for shoveling snow out of his portion of the sidewalk and so forth. It also meant more accidents to deal with, more excuses from people who were lazy and neglecting to turn in their papers on time because break was approaching...

Although the one good thing about having a class at seven sharp in the morning, was that very few people showed, and more often than not, Jensen cancelled the session to award himself with a very long coffee break. Considering that he’d been getting less than an hour of sleep per night, he was starting to feel like an old man before his time. As much as he liked it to be otherwise, he wasn’t that much of a superhuman.

And today, since there were more than ten people sitting half awake in his classroom, canceling was out of the question, although he did want so desperately to break protocol.

“All right there, Professor? You look like you’ve had a rough night.” One student sneered at him, said student was going to fail anyway, so whatever. He’d let that slide. And besides, it wasn’t that far off of a guess, except his reality of a rough night was far from the wistful thinking of a good-for-nothing college student. His idea of a rough night actually included jumping off an eighteenth story building, apprehending a group of armed burglars who took hostages...

“Professor?”

This time, it was a slightly nicer voice. She never missed class, actually. Jensen shot a vague attempt of a smile in her direction and shook his head, “I’m all right...just a bit out of it, it’s flu season, right?”

~xoxo~

An hour and a half later, everyone’s head hurt from Mill’s Greatest Happiness Principle. When ‘everyone’ included Jensen himself, he knew he needed a break. So he let the class out ten minutes earlier, instructing everyone to please remember to either listen or watch Gray Hummel’s live campaign speech for mayor at six o’ clock tonight and write a 500 word paper...

With that done, he fled to his office, only to be interrupted by the department secretary shoving a large cup of warm coffee into his hands. She had a crush on him, maybe. Quite possibly, who the fuck was he kidding?

“You’ll need this, three shots expresso, Professor.” She winked, then turned, walking off until the clicking of her heels faded down the hall.

~xoxo~

Gray Hummel turned forty this year, but he was an ambitious man who knew what he wanted and just had to get it. Even Jensen (who tended to be kind of apathetic towards this kind of thing) had to admit, the mayor incumbent probably didn’t stand a chance. Hummel stood in front of City Hall in a tailored blue suit and an expression that looked just as so. Not so confident, but just grim enough so that everyone knew he was important and had something to say.

“Hard day, Master Jensen?” Roger set down his eighth cup of coffee in front of him. It was probably a personal record. Roger was their all-purpose boy, although he was actually a nice old man pushing seventy and Jensen wished that there was a politer word for it, there probably was...except he was too tired to search for it. Roger, in true fashion after his last-century name, still insisted on calling them Master and Mistress. Although they weren’t...really anything. Just lived in the same house.

“...Not really,” Jensen shrugged, “just tiring...where’s Soph?”

“Mistress Sophia doesn’t come home until later, remember?” Roger peered at him, “Don’t tell me the flu got to you too...why are you even watching that?” He gestured to the screen. “Thought you hated politics.”

“I do, immensely, just, I assigned a paper so I’m stuck watching it, I didn’t think she’d go to work...” Jensen half-watched as Hummel gravely thanked everyone for coming out to support him in such bad weather.

Roger looked almost amused, “The Mistress is not like you.”

“No, I suppose not.”

~xoxo~

“--And why has the crime rate in Auburg been up lately?” Gray Hummel did not have a particularly loud voice that carried, but there was something about his voice that was surprisingly engaging. Jensen found himself strangely mesmerized on the couch.

“It’s because of the two vigilantes that like to delude themselves into thinking they’re protecting the city! We have no one else to blame for our dwindling morals other than Winchester and Wesson! They want to be out saving the world so they need people to be committing crimes! And of course our Mayor is too afraid to stand up and put his foot down against them! It is my goal, ladies and gentlemen, to restore order and public morals to this community, it is my dream that--”

Click.

The screen blanked before him and Jensen tossed the remote control onto the table. Something in him bubbled and grew spikes. Winchester and Wesson did not save the city and its people because they wanted to. In fact, Jensen would wager that Winchester would like very much to lead a normal life.

“Master Jensen?” Roger prompted.

“I’m going to bed, Gray Hummel is a fucking bastard.” Jensen said. There did not seem to be anything else to do, even though it was barely seven o' clock.
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If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different."

"The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world.
They can sit at their ease and gape at the play."

"You are a wonderful creation.
You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."
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Welcome to High Voltage, Shannon!

Don’t worry, we all hide behind computers. But… some can be abrasive with their words. Expect many glomps and role-plays. We’re all desperately in need of new RP partners and… well… you’re the newest installment of fresh meat in a while.

Anyways, Enjoy!

~PBP~
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