Semi-Literate+ RPers Club [DEAD;NEW LINK IN FIRST POST]

[Spockylass]

Form:
Username: Spockylass
Favorite type of RP: Wild/Feral Animals, including Fantasy
Sample of writing: (This is all from one post in the same RP, I have several characters in it, as I created it myself.)
Brook smiled, "You haven't been expecting long enough to make too much of a difference. Just don't exert yourself. Whatever is easiest." It was natural for Willow to be nervous if this was her first foal. Brook knew that Pirate had been scared stiff with worry for her when she'd given birth to Sunlit... and she hadn't been completely confident herself. The thought of her daughter made Brook wince. For the good of the herd... she couldn't look for Sunlit right now. But if she could escape the pens, her daughter had to be able to do the same thing.

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"'Tis indeed Ginger. I reckon she'll be a real beauty when she grows up!", said Blackheart. He smiled with pride as Ashley stroked the filly, "She don't 'ave a name yet. I figure I'll get 'er a right good 'un once I learn her pers'nality. Quite the little rose though ain't sheh?" Blackheart kept the rope tight as he walked slowly towards the filly. He wanted to make sure she knew that he was in charge. If she had any of her father's stubbornness, they would need to start breaking her in early. "Daran, make sure the stall is set up nice an' cosy fer our new member 'o the group." He felt himself welling with pride at the resemblance this filly held to his former horse. Brook was a fine mare, even if she had been taken by that wild stallion.

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"Hey!", said Rowan indignantly, stumbling backward. "I was lookin' for you! Pa says he wants you out in the stables teh see the new 'orse." His eyes wandered to the shut door, "What you got secret in yer room that's so important anyways?" He turned back to look Christian in the eyes. Rowan frowned angrily, but he found himself shrinking under Christian's murderous gaze. It seemed that his brother was in one of his moods again.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
(Ginger, Christian, Ashley, and Sunlit( "the filly") belong to Unknown Child
Daran belongs to ToppyRocks)

[Lady Mekka]

If anyone's interested in reading some of my stories, click on the 'Characters' section in my siggy and scroll down to the second post, there're links to two stories. :3

[A-train]

*yawns* I want to start working on the NCIS RP! ^.^;

EDIT: Will anybody want to help me with a plot? ^.^;

We could all be, say, kids who were allowed to join the NCIS team for a little while.... And the original NCIS charries will be NPCs! ^.^; Hmm, let's see.... Gibbs, Abby, Tony, Tim, Ducky, Ziva....?

[Lady Mekka]

I'd join, Amberleaf! :3 You forgot Palmer. (I'll help with the plot if you'd like! :3)

[A-train]

Palmer. Bleghs, don't really like him. D:< But if you do.... ^.^;

Okay, then. How's my shadow of an idea up there? How about we base the plot around that? :3

[Smamm]

Ha... ha... hahaha! Yes! Finally I have found a topic to chat with meh fellow semi-lit roleplayers!!! ^^

Form:
Username: Holli
Favorite type of RP: Uh.... impossible to say... Probably teenagers and wolf...
Sample of writing:
WOLF:

Socks ;; Loner ;; Loner

Socks woke to the sunshine that glowed in the corner of his den; or at least one of many temporary dens. The morning light wasn't overwhelming, but was simply enough to stir the beta male awake as his eyes blinked open slowly. He kept his head on his paws, stifling a yawn as he looked around the rest of his dimly lit, shadowy den. It was an odd structure that was more like a tunnel that led to an underground den; but that tunnel led to a stony clearing underneath the earth where Socks found himself this morning. He groggily lifted his head and perked his ears, listening for any sounds that were being made in the forest that lay beyond his stony haven; creatures of all sorts lurking and stalking. Socks was definitely not the first awake, he concluded; listening to the sounds of tiny paw steps scurrying around and the occasional yip or chirp from some other animal. Letting out a sigh, Socks heaved himself from the ground, and stretched; his paws reaching out in front of him while his hind paws stayed planted firmly on the stone floor, causing his back to arch and crack. He moaned tiredly, shaking himself off before letting his paws drag him up and toward the light.

The brightness of the early morning sun greeted Sock's eyes harshly, forcing him to squint and gently flinch from the surprisingly bright rays. He shook his head in to try and clear his head, and possibly wake himself; but he was sure that the sun had done that for him. With his vision now cleared, the chocolaty dark wolf scanned over the forest before him; his honey colored amber eyes glinting softly under the sun streaming through the gaps between branches and leaves on the trees above him. Stifling a yawn, the large male stepped one foot in front of the other; carefully picking his way past any possible loud object that came across his path, like twigs and leaves. His efforts didn’t go on for long, for eventually he gave up all together and simply padded deeper and deeper into the shady rows of tree after tree.

Socks paws were getting heavier and heavier by the step, so he paused after travelling for what seemed to be like forever; taking a seat under the protection of a large tree’s shade. It was cool and soft, almost comforting as he lay there; glancing from tree to tree and from twig to twig, taking in every bit of scenery around him. His ears listened pleasantly to the chirping and chime of the birds that were hidden to his eyes; his nose smelling the newly replenished scents around him due to the rain storm that had occurred the night before. There was the occasional dripping noise of water from the storm dripping off a leaf, meeting the ground in a tiny splash; which would be absorbed quickly into the thirsty ground. Hearing the dripping of the water droplets and the gurgling of a nearby stream perked his thirst; so the brute lifted himself to his paws sorely and started toward the stream of water. The stream had been farther than he expected, but he had made it there regardless. The wolf plopped down on the shoreline with a sigh; lapping gentle at the water. With his thirst replenished, Socks stared at his reflection in the flowing stream; numbly staring with no thought coming to mind. That was until the dead, brown feathery bird waded in the current not far from the landline; bringing a grin to the male’s lips. His thoughts were taken back to a darker time; a time that was in fact not long ago…

Socks was the spitting image of his father he recalled at the memory of the tall, muscular wolf that shared his same blood; almost identical to himself. Rocky (Sock’s father) had once lived in these lands that he now had finally reached; Pack lands that were named Falling Skies pack lands. His father actually belonged to the pack and was very respected; tough and not one to be messed with. Then his best friend was appointed alpha; and Rocky was happy for his friend, at least at first. As time wore on, Rocky felt as if his friend were changing right before his eyes; becoming less of himself and more like an emotionless stone wall, one that constantly treated his old friend as nothing more than a member of his pack. Rocky was angered by this, and became vengeful; overall earning him banishment. This angered Rocky even more as murderous thoughts came along with the solitude of the new lands; along with an idea to get his revenge on the alpha male. He instantly began gathering strong and cunning males; forming a band of murderous wolves ready to follow loyally behind Rocky. Then Socks was born; his son, Socks’ mother and Rockys’ mate suffering death in the process. Rocky raised Socks as a warrior much like himself; making him a dangerous killing machine, ruthless and obedient to only Rocky. Once the group were ready to make their decent to the forest where Falling Skies Pack laid; chaos broke out. Rocky was killed along with the majority of the pack; only Socks and one other surviving. The remaining wolf had been the murder of his father Socks soon found; and immediately avenged his father’s death by murdering the wolf on the spot; watching with pleasure as his body floated down the river, soon to be dropped thousands of feet down a thundering waterfall.

That was only months ago, but now Socks had finally reached his destination; Falling Skies Packs. Now all that stood between him and the murder of the alpha that he had heard many untrue stories of was the forest; its' windy vines and fallen branched filled grounds a real obstacle course to most creatures. Socks just needed to find their pack camp; where they all spent their nights drowsy and unconscious, the ideal time to make a kill. Clearing his head with a shake of his head, the large, cocoa colored wolf lifted himself from the ground silently; shaking scraps of leaves and moss that clung to his fur. His paws continued over logs that lay in his path and around holes that would surely drop to his death; sluggishly but surely making his way further into the tangle of trees and brush that lay around him. His ears sat atop his head perked, listening for any sign of prey, his nose sniffing overtime in search of any scent, and his golden eyes searching for any sight of food. That’s when the snap of a twig met his hears; instinctively instructing him to duck, which he did. His legs were bunched together in a crouch as his senses hurried around in circles, trying to find the source of the sound with no luck. Then the deer was nearly five paw steps from the wolf, the smell making his mouth water hungrily.

Socks bunched his muscles preparing to pounce as yet another sound met his ears; the snapping of a twig followed by the scent of another wolf. Gritting his teeth angrily, he whipped his head around in search of the fool as the sound of the deer clomping away became more and more distant. Anger bubbled inside Socks like a volcano ready to explode as he sat up in a sitting position; keeping his head high and stature calm while his eyes darted around the forest in search of the wolf he oh so knew was nearby. ”Show yourself, coward…” he taunted; a deep, low growl rising from his throat as his tail lashed in frustration.

TEENAGER:

Hayden lay asleep in her bed, tangled in sheet and covers of all sorts with her arm dangling off the beds' side. The room was darkened with curtains draped over the only source of light in her room; which Hayden had put in to block out the morning rays that normally would've woke her up hours ago. She had a fan light, but the fan had broken a few days ago; probably just too old to keep up. So, it had been ripped from her ceiling while her parents searched for a new fan to replace the gaping wall in her ceiling. Hayden jumped, jolting awake to a sudden frenzy of loud beeping and vibration on her night stand. Looking up, still half asleep, she noticed her phone now that moved slowly closer and closer to the edge of the table until it finally stopped. Silence; but the screen now lit up half the room; but she ignored it, and plopped her head back down onto the pillow.

There was the beep and vibration again a minute later. Hayden shoved her head under her pillow in annoyance, but then surrendered while flailing her hand around on the table next to her bed side in search of her cell phone. After a few moments, she was forced to pick her head up to see where the cell phone was; in order to pluck it up off the night stand and shut the stupid thing up. Finally having the machine in her hands, she decided against turning it off, and instead touched the home button; finding a message from Carly, but barely able to read anything due to the bright screen which made her eyes squint.

Hayden rolled her eyes with a smile, not mad at her friend or anything, but thinking of how Carly would be up already. Now that she thought of it, it wasn't all the surprising; most people were awake by 12:27 in the afternoon. She glanced at the clock that clung to the corner of the screen, and let her eyes adjust to the brightness of her phone. Hayden flipped some hair that had fallen in her face to the side, trying to focus on hitting the right letters as her fingers began dance around the keys.

'hey carlz. haha. thanks for lettin me know. i'll be sure to get out asap!'

With that, Hay heaved herself from the bed, and sluggishly made her way to her enormous closet; her feet dragging along the soft carpet. She found herself staring down at her feet numbly as the flooring changed from carpet to stone tile, catching her a bit off guard as she looked up in confusion. She'd reached her bathroom; and it looked just how she'd left it the night before. A mess, at the least. She smiled, amused with herself as she rolled her eyes to herself and flipped on the lights by clapping her hands and walking further into the spacious area. She loved having a clapping system to turn on her lights; it was a simply little thing that she just found THAT cool. She glanced around at the long counter that stretched across one of the walls, and where her sink permanently sat on the far end. Hayden advanced toward the sink, and looked up at herself in the mirror while leaning on her hands that now rested on opposite sides of the sink; preparing for the worst.

Before long, Hay had fixed up herself up; makeup applied, brushed and curled hair, brushed his teeth, and cleansed face. There was only one thing left before heading out the door, and she now roamed toward her walk in closet. As she ventured into the dark room, she once again clapped her hands so that the lights flipped themselves on, and she was left to decide an outfit for today. She glanced from shirt to shirt and skirt to shorts; having a hard time deciding on what fit her mood today. She eventually decided on some short shorts, a gold sequin shirt she'd gotten from Egypt on vacation last year, cowboy boots, some matching bow clips, and finally her favorite coach bag that sat filed in with the rest of what seemed like her miles and miles of purses.

Finally accomplishing getting ready, Hayden clomped down the stairs in her boots and wandered into the garage. She flipped on the light switch, so that she was able to look over the six cars her family owned; trying to decide on which one to drive over to the beach. She decided on their silver Mercedes-Benz SLKClass convertible; and without hesitation she made her way over to the convertible. She revved up the engine with the keys she'd snatched off the key rack after opening the garage door with a handheld opener that sat in the car; clinging to the fold down mirror. Her right hand on the seat beside her and her left on the wheel enabled her to look backward; and she quickly peeled out of the driveway backward. She the Mercedes stepped off the driveway and met road pavement, Hayden switched gears, and plopped on her sunglasses as she went speeding down the road to the beach; blowing bubbles with strawberry bubblelicious gum.

It wasn't long until Hayden reached the beach, and picked a spot on the warm, sandy ground close to the salty waves that lapped at the shore. Hay shook out her towel after setting her Coach bag filled with sunscreen, snacks, and other miscellaneous things in the sand beside her. She laid the towel in the sand so that she could clamber onto it, and reach into her bag in search of sunscreen. She soon finished rubbing the pasty sun block into her skin after slipping off her clothes and boots to reveal a pink striped bathing suit; and finally adjusted her sunglasses before lying on her stomach, looking out over the ocean that glittered from shore to shore. She sighed, staring out over the mass of waves and started to daydream; almost missing the voice that questioned her a few moments later.

Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
.:Twilit Wolves:.:The Second Generation:.

[ωιитєяfℓу]

Hey Spocky! You mentioned two of my characters in that. Ah, at least they are mentioned.

Amber, I'd love to help.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Lazy Red is going to go through applications now. :3 Sorry, I've sort of been ignoring this place. Dx

[wolverine♥]

Ah, I posted one. I'm not sure of you saw it, though...? Either way, It woul be nice if I could join. ^^; I have been posting here, though, for I thought the owner just abanoned this or something.

[Spockylass]

@Unknown Child: Er... yes? xD
@Red: I put up an application... haven't posted though.