Post by Aqua on May 27, 2011 18:09:26 GMT -5
You walk down a lonely, desolate street, your feet slipping a little on the slippery cobblestone road. In your hand you hold a notebook, and you are writing furiously on it, your creative mind going to work in the story that was appearing on paper.
The street you're on has been abandoned for some time, and no one ever came there anymore, because people said it was haunted. Stories of creepy laughing had been told from several people. It was the perfect place to think while writing, and that was the only reason you even came there at all.
Suddenly, you, not having been paying attention, whacked your head on the bottom part of a sign. You look up at the sign as you rub the sore part of your head with a frown. The sign reads "RolePlay Mania! A place for creative minds!" It was in bright colors all the way across, and was splattered in paint. You turn to your left, expecting to see an abandoned shop or something, but what you saw was the exact opposite.
There was a huge, colorful mansion. Across the top, in colorful letters, it said RP Mania! The door was open, and laughing and talking could be heard from inside. You know you probably shouldn't go in, but curiosity gets the best of you and you walk in.
You get greeted by a girl with curly brown hair and huge blue eyes. She's wearing a aqua blue T-shirt with cut jeans that flared at the end. In her hand, which was at her side, she carried a ragged, dark blue notebook. "Heya! My name's Aqua, and I'm the owner of this here mansion! You mus' be plannin' on joinin'?" She asked.
At your curious expression for her accent (Since she didn't look like a cowgirl, which is what she sounded like) she explained "Oh, I jus' got done RolePlayin' in a cowboy RP of mine, that's why I sound this way."
You nod, although unsure of what a RolePlay was, and listen as she explained. "This is RolePlay mania! For all the writer lovers out there! This mansion can only be seen by those who have creative minds. Here you can join groups and basically write out a story with them, each of you having your own character that you have to RolePlay! It's fun! You can look around or whateve'." She tells you.
The street you're on has been abandoned for some time, and no one ever came there anymore, because people said it was haunted. Stories of creepy laughing had been told from several people. It was the perfect place to think while writing, and that was the only reason you even came there at all.
Suddenly, you, not having been paying attention, whacked your head on the bottom part of a sign. You look up at the sign as you rub the sore part of your head with a frown. The sign reads "RolePlay Mania! A place for creative minds!" It was in bright colors all the way across, and was splattered in paint. You turn to your left, expecting to see an abandoned shop or something, but what you saw was the exact opposite.
There was a huge, colorful mansion. Across the top, in colorful letters, it said RP Mania! The door was open, and laughing and talking could be heard from inside. You know you probably shouldn't go in, but curiosity gets the best of you and you walk in.
You get greeted by a girl with curly brown hair and huge blue eyes. She's wearing a aqua blue T-shirt with cut jeans that flared at the end. In her hand, which was at her side, she carried a ragged, dark blue notebook. "Heya! My name's Aqua, and I'm the owner of this here mansion! You mus' be plannin' on joinin'?" She asked.
At your curious expression for her accent (Since she didn't look like a cowgirl, which is what she sounded like) she explained "Oh, I jus' got done RolePlayin' in a cowboy RP of mine, that's why I sound this way."
You nod, although unsure of what a RolePlay was, and listen as she explained. "This is RolePlay mania! For all the writer lovers out there! This mansion can only be seen by those who have creative minds. Here you can join groups and basically write out a story with them, each of you having your own character that you have to RolePlay! It's fun! You can look around or whateve'." She tells you.