by Bartimaeus » Wed Jul 21, 2010 8:32 pm
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Username: ShadowSlayer
Favorite type of RP: Wolf RP. I hate all these Warrior Cat RPs that keep popping up everywhere. No offense to any fans. I read the books, and they're ok, but, personally, I think there's too many of them.
Sample of writing: Just a random story I wrote a while ago.
The Weirdest World of All
My friend, Rhianon, she’s not really normal, you see. She used to be normal, I guess, but then, none of us really are normal. We’re all different, so how can there even be such a thing as normal?
The first time I really saw it was two Saturdays ago. We were at the park with a few other friends, when I saw long, blonde hairs sprouting from under her sleeves. I also saw that she had developed a rather distinguishing and bushy unibrow.
But I didn’t really think much of it then. After all, we’re all changing, what with puberty and stuff.
Some of my other friends thought it were a bit weird, but I didn’t really think about it.
They really got disturbed when she started eating the ticks off the backs of our neighbourhood dogs.
“Maybe she’s just hungry.” I re-assured them. But they were having none of it. They left after Rhianon tried to piggyback a ride on top of Georgia. Most people think that this sort of thing is weird. But rather, everyone is weird in their own way, because everyone is different. If we were all normal, we’d all think exactly the same as everyone else. And what fun would that be?
Some people call me weird because I’m into all that philosophy and stuff. But to me, that’s a complement!
After they left I took Rhianon down to the woods and watched her climb trees and chase squirrels for a couple of hours. That’s when I really sat down and started to write this. I don’t know why, but it just calms me, writing. It’s not like a diary, or even a journal. It’s just an account of events, I suppose.
Do other people do that sort of thing? Turn into animals, I mean. I don’t know what animal I’d be if I could choose. I’m already an animal, if you think about it. I mean, we are just evolved monkeys really. A stupider version, if you ask me. At least monkeys don’t cause global warming and cut down rainforest and what not.
I think I’ll invite Rhianon over to my house for the night. I know her mum would freak out if she saw her little girl like this.
I know my mum won’t mind. She’s one of these hippie-veggies that most old 70’s movies or flashbacks have in them.
And my brother’s a hamster, so I know he won’t mind the mess. He’s ten, and no, he’s not blood related.
My mum won im in a fair. It was quite weird actually. I was only two, so I wouldn’t remember, but I think it happened something like this.
My mum was driving in with the caravan we live in, when she spotted the carnival. There was one of those shoot the duck things with the water pistols. I know, pretty lame, but anyway, back to the flashback. My mum had a go at it, and lost. So she nicked the wrapped prize, unsuspectingly, and ran as fast as she could, back to her motor home, and drove off whilst some old geyser was yelling at us at the top of his voice to ‘STOP THIS INSTANT!’ Next thing I know, I’ve got a new baby brother.
I wonder if Rhianon will turn into a monkey. It seems quite rational. I mean, maybe it’s just a phase though, and she’ll get over it. Then again, maybe not...
I wonder if David was a person before he was a hamster. I wonder if all families are like this. You know, different. Well, I suppose if all families were like this, different, then it wouldn’t really be different, would it? So no, I don’t suppose most families do have a hippie for a mum and a hamster for a brother. Also, most people don’t have a monkey as their best friend.
So I asked Rhianon if she’d like to stay over, and she replied with a very abrupt “Eeep!”
“Cool. Let’s go.” We headed off towards my house. We’re sort of gypsies. But we stay in one place for longer. About, two to three years. “But first, let’s go check if it’s okay with your mum.” She hopped right onto my shoulder and started digging into my hair. “I’ll take that as a yes then!” And we walked along, down to the patio at the front of her house.
It was quite sweet actually, like a nice, cottage sort of garden. Until Rhianon started chewing and spitting up the potted plants.
I rang the doorbell and waited politely, whilst Rhianon was sniffing the underside of a garden gnome. I could hear the television from outside the house. She was watching some old soaps.
After a couple of minutes, the door was answered by a rather ruffled woman in a large, pink and fluffy dressing gown.
“Hello Mrs. Weathers. I was wondering if Rhianon could stay over the night. She’s in such a state, you see, considering the circumstances.” But she was too busy looking at the creature that was overturning her lawn.
“What is that thing in my garden?!”
“Oh, this is Rhianon.”
“That... is NOT my daughter!” Rhianon looked at her, bewildered.
“Eeep!”
“I’m so sorry. I guess she’s acquired a taste for plants.” She looked at me, flabbagastered. “Yes, you may want to consider remodelling. Maybe add a climbing frame, or a swing... and less foliage!”
“Get that thing away from me!”
“So I take it that’s a yes for the sleepover?”
“I don’t care what you do with it, just get it off my property!”
“Come along Rhianon.” I said, not paying much attention to the staring mother.
When we reached my house/motor home, my mum greeted us each with a bouquet of flowers, as she does every day. They were tulips. I smelt them peacefully as Rhianon started munching into her midday snack.
“Would you like a banana?” She asked Rhianon.
“Eeep!” She threw the flowers to the floor and started jumping up and down in excitement. I placed the flowers in an empty vase, along with the ones I was given.
Our whole house was covered with them. Everywhere. All over the furniture, and the walls, draping all over the curtains. It was wonderful. Our whole house always smelt so sweet.
My mum was busy showing off our fruit bowl the the new guest.
“Would you like something to drink? We have plenty of water.” She said as Rhianon went rooting through the bananas. “All rainwater, of corse.”
“Eeep!” She grabbed our rainwater bucket and chucked it over her head. I saw that she had almost completely transformed into her monkey form now. Hairs had grown all over her hands and face, and a stumpy tail had sprung from her backside.
“Mum, is it okay if Rhianon stays over the night?”
“Oh, of corse darling! Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Just checking!”
Rhianon ended up staying over for longer than expected. Her mother had completely disowned her, and we were having some trouble finding a suitable home for her.
But then came the time of year when we had to move. The council had already asked us several times to leave, and my mum wanted to move somewhere more rural.
So, as we drove off, I sat quietly with Rhianon as she stared out the back window, mournfully. She placed her paw upon the rainy screen as the town she had come to know gradually faded from sight...
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have: Nope. But me and ~ShatteredandBroken~ are starting up a Private semi-lit RP at some point.
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I will check it out. I'd like you to take a peak at the Before too. I'm reading your posts now, you seem like a great writer. My friends would just 
