Post by DONALD MACLEAN on Jul 6, 2010 22:28:21 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS DONALD MACLEAN AND I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M AN ARISTOCRAT AND I WAS BORN ON JULY 9TH, 1871 IN SCOTLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS SCOTTISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE WILLIAM EUSTACE. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM MATURE FOR MY AGE, BLUNT, PROTECTIVE, CLEVER, A BELIEVER IN TOUGH LOVE, DISTANT, AND THAT I SECRETLY CRAVE AFFECTION. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY CORA.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:The amount of fun Francis was having right now was kind of out of proportion, but he figured it had something to do with switching quickly from such a serious subject to simply goofing off. He guessed that being kept away from something made you want it all the more. Take girls for instance. Well, no, don’t take that for an example, because Francie didn’t really want to think about them anymore. Wasn’t that funny? He, the one that was suspected of always having a female on his mind wished he could stop thinking about them? Actually, that wasn’t funny at all, but he would prefer thinking that it is than going back into the sex rehabilitation mindset. Everything seemed better after he and Cindy had a good old-fashioned laugh attack. Francie felt like a little kid again, care-free and issue-less. It was a great feeling, and he knew it was only with special people like Cindy that he could maintain it. Sure, on his own he could have a few chuckles by tricking a few people, and yes, charming a new girl always raised his heartbeat, but all those ways of getting a high were temporary, and they would soon be gone as soon as they had arrived. The type of joy he got from being with close friends outlasted the others more that he could imagine. Too bad Francis couldn’t be with his friends forever and ever. Maybe hide within their pockets or something. That was a creepy idea actually. It would probably end up being too awkward to work out. Plus, he was way too big. Alright, so he wasn’t seriously considering staking out in a friend’s pocket, but most people would catch his drift. Francie didn’t like being without a pal.
Catching Cindy’s glare, he at first couldn’t think of why she’d look upset. All he had said was that he thought her hair was perfect. Most girls would be pleased to hear Francis compliment them in such a way, but then again, Cindy was definitely not “most girls”. At the same time, he had said it in a semi-joking manner, so she shouldn’t have felt that he was trying to flatter her. It was always troublesome for Francis when he wasn’t on the same page as his closest companions, which was why he was making this small break in their mental wave such a big deal. Soon his questions turned out to not even be needed. Cindy’s previously glaring face had broken out into her signature crooked smile again. There was something about her grin that was contagious, and he soon found his own lips stretched into his normally wide grin even though she had once again punched him. “Abusive now, are we?” he teased, though he didn’t mean it in the slightest. If Cindy had wanted to hurt him, he would have known. In a real fight, he may have a bit of an advantage because of his size, but skill-wise they were pretty evenly matched. Hopefully, it would never get to the point where she would have a reason to actually seriously injure him. Still jokingly, he gently socked her on her chin. It was more of a nudge with his fist, but because he could often get carried away with his actions, and he didn’t want to end up being accused of punching a girl. No matter how tomboyish Cindy was, it still would be horrible for his reputation if he was known as a guy who didn’t mind hitting girls rather than just hitting ON them.
”I won’t be offended if you admit I’m just a mess, you know,” Cindy said. He cocked his head at her, confused. He didn’t think she was a mess, not really. Even if she did spend significantly less time on her looks than the other girls Francis hung out with, he never thought she was ugly or anything near that. In fact, Cindy could be considered pretty by quite a few people, though more in a natural way than he was used to. For a moment, Francie thought about telling her this, but decided against it. She was a confident girl, and she certainly didn’t need him boosting her confidence by saying how nice she looked to him. “I guess I’m just so used to messy things that you don’t look sloppy at all to me.” He instead replied, referring to his own problems with organization. He was a ridiculously messy boy, and though it didn’t seem to affect his personal appearance much, most of his schoolwork ended up being turned in ruffled or bent. Some of teachers hated him for this habit, but he somehow was able to keep his reasonably good grades. It was a bit weird, since he never thought of himself as being very smart, but he supposed his common sense intelligence was just much lower than his school-based one. When Cindy started giggling, he redirected his attention up at the solitary first year. Though the boy had not returned his wave, he didn’t really mind. The kid would come around eventually. And if not, it would be seven hard years through Hogwarts. The poor guy seemed nervous with the older teens eyes on him, and he scurried off to his room. At this, Francie turned back to Cindy, finding her grinning mischievously at him. He was unsure of what was going on, but he was quite sure he’d find out soon.
”What are we going to do about you, huh?” Cindy asked. Francis had a chock full of smartass answers to that, but before he could use any of them, he felt Cindy mussing up his hair. He was reminded of his old dog, Cooper, who he used to pet in a similar manner. Impulsively, he let out a bark and stuck his tongue out just like he remembered Cooper doing. It was a weird thing to do, but that’s what she got for treating him like a pet. Francie didn’t think that she’d mind anyway. He was in a playful mood, and no one really could know what to expect when he was. Francis felt Cindy lean into his shoulder, and he instinctively placed his arms across his waist. He had been in such a position with other girls, but it felt a bit different with her. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t expecting to get a kiss out of this snuggling, but the other component that made this hug different from others was something he couldn’t put his finger on. He smiled into Cindy’s neck as she began playing with his hair. Though he never really talked about it, Francie really liked it when people touched his hair. As stupid as it sounded, it reminded him of his mum. “Trying to make my hair as messy as yours?” he whispered into her ear, still being a jokester. Then, not being able to help himself, he nuzzled into her neck, once again retaining his dog-like qualities, but this seemed to be a bit too much. They were justfriends for pete sake, and though he was used to being affectionate, it seemed as if they were acting more romantic than was necessary. Pulling away a bit, he gave an awkward little laugh. He had felt something weird just then, an urge of some type, but it was something he never had with Cindy on previous encounters. Frankly, it scared him a bit.
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