Illiterate to Literate [closed - new instructors hired!]

[abandoned.]

kami, since I already know you and you know me, PM me ^^

[Hakana]

Username: Hakana
What You'd Like Help With: Mostly coding, how to get a decent layout.
Preferred Instructor: I really have no preferred one, I may ask help from all of them xD
Activity or Time Zone: Central Standard.
Sample of Writing: if you're looking for improvements in writing in particular, please give a sample of writing for instructors to work off of. If this is not applicable, strike this out.

[eden .]

Username: Hakana
What You'd Like Help With: Mostly coding, how to get a decent layout.
Preferred Instructor: I really have no preferred one, I may ask help from all of them xD
Activity or Time Zone: Central Standard.
Sample of Writing: if you're looking for improvements in writing in particular, please give a sample of writing for instructors to work off of. If this is not applicable, strike this out.

>> I could help you out, if you'd like. if you want to see examples of coding that I've done, please click on the "store" link in my signature. it's a coding shop that has a post for all of my past orders c:

[Hakana]

Yes, thank you.. There are quite a few things I would like to improve on.

- Non-underlined links.

- Layout on my forms.

-Symbols, my computer is running on an older version of windows and I would like to be able to see the symbols but it won't allow me to see any that are not on my character map, they are shown as a square.

[rose;]

it appears only to you that your links are underlined/blue. They really aren't. I learned that just the other day xP
And I don't believe there is a way to fix the squares...

[eden .]

it appears only to you that your links are underlined/blue. They really aren't. I learned that just the other day xP
And I don't believe there is a way to fix the squares...

what really.
I've seen other peoples' links that are underlined that I haven't posted. .-.

and the squares thing just has to do with your computer. it's a system thing with your computer, not a coding thing per se.

[rose;]

none of the ones I see are underlined o.o

[eden .]

none of the ones I see are underlined o.o

>> |:
>> it's probably a device thing. some things differ from device to device.

[zippyzoo77]

Username: .:-Kamikaze-:.
What You'd Like Help With:
Developing believable characters,
using apple products,
making my own form,
managing my role plays (keeping them active ),
getting to a higher writing level.
Currently, I'm illiterate to low semi-literate.
Preferred Instructor: All the instructors seem nice, so any one would be fine. :3
Activity or Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time. I'm on everyday, and times vary.
Sample of Writing:

As the sunlight poked through the curtains of the living room, I opened my grey eyes and yawned. After a few minutes, I sat up and stretched a bit, feeling sore from yesterday and the day before.. I then laid down on my stomach, lazily, stuffing my head into a pillow as I groaned tiredly. I would happily accept the opportunity to sleep all day, if I had it. But I was the leader and I had things to do. I had healed a bit throughout the night, so I could probably hunt now. I was feeling a little hungry at the thought of food, and I turned my head to inhale silently. Maybe there was something in the freezer..

Hey, I'd love to help you with managing roleplays, please PM me and we can get started.

[Rabies]

Username: Rabies
What You'd Like Help With: Plot development, character development, general writing improvement. I only RP with an existing universe and characters, such as Doctor Who, and I would like to branch out into original characters and realistic situations with the help of someone who knows what they're doing. I'd love it if someone could simultaneously RP with me and (constructively) criticize the snot out of me.
Preferred Instructor: Anyone who's up for the job.
Activity or Time Zone: CST, usually after 4 PM.
Sample of Writing: “This will kill a human being,” the Tieronian purrs confidently. “Wouldn’t bet on it,” Jack grits through a very strained grin. The laser is dangerously close to outright decapitating him. This is not, of course, his first time lying on an altar, but previous experiences had proved more pleasant. He struggles fruitlessly against his ultrasteel shackles. Hundreds of the creatures - resembling purple, humanoid ocelots - look on, apparently in silent prayer.
Every so often, Jack wonders if he is still human. He looks it, still, and all scanners identify him as such, but he knows damn well that just because something looks human does not mean it is. He is so old – hundreds of years of living, loving, losing – tens of thousands of deaths of various necessity and valor. It won’t be very long until he is older than the Doctor and always will be (always the slow path for Jack; he can afford to wait). As a young man, he had always regarded the popular religion, based on cyclism, to be untrue at its core. Everything, from tech to weapons to lifestyle, was transformed almost beyond recognition. But if living through a dozen eras has taught him anything, it is that nothing really changes. Life goes on, and neither time nor biology can prevent the unending sameness.
The laser has reached him now, scorching its way through his throat so he cannot even scream. Jack can smell the burning flesh as red and white spark in his eyes. One would expect he’d be used to pain, being so familiar with it, and indeed he’s probably more skilled at thinking his way past it than any living being. It’s waking up again that he never gets used to; those cloudy seconds before he has found his mind or even his voice and is nothing more than meat and desperation. When he is still seriously injured on top of being dead, regaining conscious thought does nothing to help, as there is literally nothing more excruciating than reforming; sitting awake and alive as Time itself forces the cells to knit themselves back into a single whole.
The Tieronian priestess hisses gleefully, electric blue whiskers trembling in her excitement. Jack stares grimly into the creature’s eerie gray eyes and waits for it to sever his spinal cord.