05-13-2017, 01:39 PM
(05-13-2017, 03:15 AM)Cereal Wrote:(05-12-2017, 11:26 PM)AustinLB90 Wrote: //okay I'll admit I'm just shit at rp. I don't know what to do and have no plans (simply cannot think of any) and it's always been something in rp I disliked. I'll never do or be important because of it and it bothers me. But I try to do sonething even if its insignificant because I like to rp.
//view media. work on your writing. build self-confidence
//basically, if you're like me, or anybody starting out that's "self-aware", you'll doubt what you can do when it comes to roleplaying and writing
//as you work with it though, you start to realize certain aspects you like, yadda yadda
//basically, it's all something that you need to develop, though if you want to take up that duty, that's completely on you
//Yes. For example I was originally a copycat writer. I'd copy the style of others repeatedly in order to practice. Then eventually I started treating everything like a giant puzzle. Little things people say or write, taking these bits of information, and making them greater than the sum. Making them fit together in a way nobody seemed to have thought possible. Of course, occasionally it can seem unfair, but that's why I work to self moderate as well. The more I and others write. The more resources I have available to use. Butter knife to new world order and all that. Now I can create new worlds on a whim if I need to. Finesse is everything in my writing now.
Rapid footsteps on cobblestone, the fluttering of what snow didn't melt underfoot. And then the slopping of cold mud. The wind remained absent among the change in weather that had slowly returned. There was a time when this was unusual for her... Back in her younger years when everything seemed fine. Every day was a delight in the homes of their pack. Banners blowing in the wind. It was a long shot away from how things were now. Not to mention she still had her arm then, as a phantom pain stung her side as the nerves attempted again to check on the limb. Phantom pains never went away... It forced her to stop by a tree as she grasped at the missing limb's interface port. Meant to connect to a cybernetic normally. But hers was still held on the eden after they'd taken it from her for questioning. As inopportune as the timing had been. At least she wasn't stuck in a cell again. She met again with the now familiar barrier, imperceptible to most, as her eyes grew alight, and she stepped carefully forwards. It was not very long before she was past it, and she sped on, stopping next to her sleeping brother. His bandages once again soiled, though an oddity presented itself to her. A slight gasp left her mouth.