Post by Sky on Sept 10, 2007 19:56:33 GMT -5
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Username: Sky
Age: 14
How long have you role played? About 4 years
Do you request a certain teacher? No, anyone is fine. ^^
How did you find us? Myth; the horse/wolf RPG. An advertisement was posted on the site yesterday.
Example Post: On any other day, there would have been noise. Roosters crowing, cart wheels turning, merchants calling, children crying…But today was Sunday. Ironically, the day named for the bright and fiery sun was the day that nearly everyone stayed indoors. Except, of course, to go to church.
And so, speaking quietly in reverent whispers to each other, the townspeople walked slowly down the streets of Brookshire as the sun rose higher to the east. Its light began to peek over the rooftops, softly illuminating the streets below. The townspeople were dressed in their Sunday best; young boys tugged at their tight collars, young girls held tight to their mothers’ hands with uncertain looks on their faces. Nice dresses and suits were the general attire.
The church stood at the edge of town, strangely enough. Most towns had it in the dead center, building the rest of their lives around it. But, in this case, the founder of the town had built it, then forgot about the church. Thinking that he would be arrested for forgetting the church, he hastily built one on the outskirts of Brookshire. No one had yet protested to its location. It had the shape of an average house of God: a triangle roof, with a bell tower high in the front. Wide stone steps led to massive oak doors, which were held open by two monks in dirt-brown robes. Few people thanked them.
Suddenly, striking the morning air with an earth shaking, resounding ‘dong’, came the sound of a colossal bell. It struck the air and all who breathed it again, and again.
One of the monks, a tall thin one with a poker-straight nose, looked up at the tower—along with the rest of the crowd. However, unlike the rest of them, he had a resigned look of exasperation upon his pale face. Taking a moment, he covered his face with a hand.
“Snipperimus…” he muttered through his fingers.
“Snip! Not so hard!” a girl cried, covering her ears with her hands. The boy across the bell tower from her looked at her despairingly. His blond hair (that had gone without a cut for some months now) hung in his eyes, blown about by the strong wind in the tower. At that height, the temperature was slightly colder, and the windows were open to let in the light.
“Of course you think it’s loud,” he said, pulling the bell rope again. After a few moments, this resulted in another bone-rattling dong. The boy named Snip looked satisfied, then he turned back. “You’re a girl!”
A teenage boy in the corner put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the expression on the girl’s face. You would think, after all these years, Snip would have learned not to tell her that…
The girl did indeed look a bit frightening. Her emerald green eyes blazed with fury, and her curly brown hair snapped around her face as wind hurtled through the open windows. She was short, for a 12-year-old. She hadn’t yet begun to develop into a woman, although her face was strikingly pretty. “And what does being a girl have to do with it?” she bellowed across the tower, her hands dropping to her sides and clenching into fists.
A grin came over Snip’s boyish face. He was the same age as the girl, although he looked a lot younger. “Because girls are weaker than boys,” he said tauntingly, dropping the rope as the girl advanced towards him with a murderous glare.
Dong.
“You wanna prove that, big-mouth?” she demanded, as they circled the bell like boxers in a ring. The teenage boy in the corner had to put his hand over his mouth again.
Snip was beginning to look desperate, as his blue eyes flicked around the bell tower for an escape route. “Come on, Planda,” he begged. “You know I was just kidding! I was teasing you!”
“I know!” Planda began to sprint around the bell, dodging it as it swung.
Dong.
Snip gave a most un-male-like shriek, and began to run away. The teenager burst out laughing, as Planda and Snip began a circular chase around the swinging bell, occasionally leaping away or dodging as it flew past their heads. For a girl in a dress, Planda ran fast. Snip, as quick as he was, found it difficult to keep out of her reach.
Dong.
One second, Snip was running. The next, he found himself dangling inches off the wooden floor of the bell tower. He saw Planda skid to a halt, the anger vanished from her face to be replaced with a look of surprise. He looked up, spotting a poker-straight nose.
“Oh, hello Brother Lintery,” he said with false cheer, struggling to remain looking upwards—Brother Lintery had him by the back of the shirt.
Dong.
Jameson Lintery had a stern face, one that matched his personality. His gray eyes were piercing, their shade matching the hair that circled a bald spot in the middle of his head. “Bremettepi Rufusisci!” he bellowed. The teenager stood straight and at attention, pushing off of the wall he had been leaning on. “You were supposed to ring the bell this week! Will you please tell me why Snipperimus is doing it?”
Snip visibly tensed as Brother Lintery mentioned his full name. Bremett himself had a slightly mutinous look in his hazel eyes, as Lintery not only used his full first name, but his full last name as well.
“He wanted to do it, Brother, and I’d promised I’d let him,” Bremett replied, running a hand absently over his short black hair. “I didn’t think it’d do any harm.”
The bell, which had slowly been losing momentum, gave a last, quiet ‘dong’. Thus, its ringing faded into silence.
“’Any harm’!” Lintery exclaimed. “It nearly blew the ears right off my head!”
“Is that possible?” Planda asked eagerly, earning herself a glare that silenced her immediately. Lintery dropped Snip, who landed on his feet with a loud thud.
“I shall have one of the Brothers or Sisters ring the bell next week. It will not be any of you.”
Snip opened his mouth, but Planda—who had come up next to him—kicked him from under her skirt. He closed his mouth. Bremett also remained stonily silent. He was silent most of the time, but Snip and Planda could usually tell which kind of silence it was. And they knew this silence was a restrained one. He wanted to say something, but knew he shouldn’t.
“Also,” he continued, “you shall all have separate work schedules this week as punishment for your misdemeanor. The people of the town were complaining of the loud bell-ringing, and if it happens again, I should think that they will not be happy. Good day.”
Lintery left the bell tower abruptly, with a sweep of his robes. And Bremett, Snip and Planda were left alone with the lazily-swinging bell.
((That's from a writing challenge that I completed on another site...The admin gave us three names, and we had to work with them. These names were Snipperimus Quintery, Bremettepi Rufusisci, and Plandaram Evevistin. The story goes that they're all orphans, and their names come from combinations of all the monks and nuns in the abbey. But you don't learn that until the next section of the piece. ^^ I didn't want to make it too long for you guys.
And the password is..."I have read and agreed to"
Where's the last part of the password? I couldn't find it, sorry!))
Username: Sky
Age: 14
How long have you role played? About 4 years
Do you request a certain teacher? No, anyone is fine. ^^
How did you find us? Myth; the horse/wolf RPG. An advertisement was posted on the site yesterday.
Example Post: On any other day, there would have been noise. Roosters crowing, cart wheels turning, merchants calling, children crying…But today was Sunday. Ironically, the day named for the bright and fiery sun was the day that nearly everyone stayed indoors. Except, of course, to go to church.
And so, speaking quietly in reverent whispers to each other, the townspeople walked slowly down the streets of Brookshire as the sun rose higher to the east. Its light began to peek over the rooftops, softly illuminating the streets below. The townspeople were dressed in their Sunday best; young boys tugged at their tight collars, young girls held tight to their mothers’ hands with uncertain looks on their faces. Nice dresses and suits were the general attire.
The church stood at the edge of town, strangely enough. Most towns had it in the dead center, building the rest of their lives around it. But, in this case, the founder of the town had built it, then forgot about the church. Thinking that he would be arrested for forgetting the church, he hastily built one on the outskirts of Brookshire. No one had yet protested to its location. It had the shape of an average house of God: a triangle roof, with a bell tower high in the front. Wide stone steps led to massive oak doors, which were held open by two monks in dirt-brown robes. Few people thanked them.
Suddenly, striking the morning air with an earth shaking, resounding ‘dong’, came the sound of a colossal bell. It struck the air and all who breathed it again, and again.
One of the monks, a tall thin one with a poker-straight nose, looked up at the tower—along with the rest of the crowd. However, unlike the rest of them, he had a resigned look of exasperation upon his pale face. Taking a moment, he covered his face with a hand.
“Snipperimus…” he muttered through his fingers.
“Snip! Not so hard!” a girl cried, covering her ears with her hands. The boy across the bell tower from her looked at her despairingly. His blond hair (that had gone without a cut for some months now) hung in his eyes, blown about by the strong wind in the tower. At that height, the temperature was slightly colder, and the windows were open to let in the light.
“Of course you think it’s loud,” he said, pulling the bell rope again. After a few moments, this resulted in another bone-rattling dong. The boy named Snip looked satisfied, then he turned back. “You’re a girl!”
A teenage boy in the corner put a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the expression on the girl’s face. You would think, after all these years, Snip would have learned not to tell her that…
The girl did indeed look a bit frightening. Her emerald green eyes blazed with fury, and her curly brown hair snapped around her face as wind hurtled through the open windows. She was short, for a 12-year-old. She hadn’t yet begun to develop into a woman, although her face was strikingly pretty. “And what does being a girl have to do with it?” she bellowed across the tower, her hands dropping to her sides and clenching into fists.
A grin came over Snip’s boyish face. He was the same age as the girl, although he looked a lot younger. “Because girls are weaker than boys,” he said tauntingly, dropping the rope as the girl advanced towards him with a murderous glare.
Dong.
“You wanna prove that, big-mouth?” she demanded, as they circled the bell like boxers in a ring. The teenage boy in the corner had to put his hand over his mouth again.
Snip was beginning to look desperate, as his blue eyes flicked around the bell tower for an escape route. “Come on, Planda,” he begged. “You know I was just kidding! I was teasing you!”
“I know!” Planda began to sprint around the bell, dodging it as it swung.
Dong.
Snip gave a most un-male-like shriek, and began to run away. The teenager burst out laughing, as Planda and Snip began a circular chase around the swinging bell, occasionally leaping away or dodging as it flew past their heads. For a girl in a dress, Planda ran fast. Snip, as quick as he was, found it difficult to keep out of her reach.
Dong.
One second, Snip was running. The next, he found himself dangling inches off the wooden floor of the bell tower. He saw Planda skid to a halt, the anger vanished from her face to be replaced with a look of surprise. He looked up, spotting a poker-straight nose.
“Oh, hello Brother Lintery,” he said with false cheer, struggling to remain looking upwards—Brother Lintery had him by the back of the shirt.
Dong.
Jameson Lintery had a stern face, one that matched his personality. His gray eyes were piercing, their shade matching the hair that circled a bald spot in the middle of his head. “Bremettepi Rufusisci!” he bellowed. The teenager stood straight and at attention, pushing off of the wall he had been leaning on. “You were supposed to ring the bell this week! Will you please tell me why Snipperimus is doing it?”
Snip visibly tensed as Brother Lintery mentioned his full name. Bremett himself had a slightly mutinous look in his hazel eyes, as Lintery not only used his full first name, but his full last name as well.
“He wanted to do it, Brother, and I’d promised I’d let him,” Bremett replied, running a hand absently over his short black hair. “I didn’t think it’d do any harm.”
The bell, which had slowly been losing momentum, gave a last, quiet ‘dong’. Thus, its ringing faded into silence.
“’Any harm’!” Lintery exclaimed. “It nearly blew the ears right off my head!”
“Is that possible?” Planda asked eagerly, earning herself a glare that silenced her immediately. Lintery dropped Snip, who landed on his feet with a loud thud.
“I shall have one of the Brothers or Sisters ring the bell next week. It will not be any of you.”
Snip opened his mouth, but Planda—who had come up next to him—kicked him from under her skirt. He closed his mouth. Bremett also remained stonily silent. He was silent most of the time, but Snip and Planda could usually tell which kind of silence it was. And they knew this silence was a restrained one. He wanted to say something, but knew he shouldn’t.
“Also,” he continued, “you shall all have separate work schedules this week as punishment for your misdemeanor. The people of the town were complaining of the loud bell-ringing, and if it happens again, I should think that they will not be happy. Good day.”
Lintery left the bell tower abruptly, with a sweep of his robes. And Bremett, Snip and Planda were left alone with the lazily-swinging bell.
((That's from a writing challenge that I completed on another site...The admin gave us three names, and we had to work with them. These names were Snipperimus Quintery, Bremettepi Rufusisci, and Plandaram Evevistin. The story goes that they're all orphans, and their names come from combinations of all the monks and nuns in the abbey. But you don't learn that until the next section of the piece. ^^ I didn't want to make it too long for you guys.
And the password is..."I have read and agreed to"
Where's the last part of the password? I couldn't find it, sorry!))
