Sweetcherrie

*bump* is this still alive?

The mountains were golden with the last sunlight of the day, and on the highest summits Maiara could see some snow. In the distance she could see where the forest would start, and higher up the mountain she could even see it end again. For a whole day she had been walking now, and her feet had grow tired, but she wouldn't be able to camp out here yet. Maiara had wished several times already that she had brought one of the ponies, but she hadn't dared to anger the tribe even more. She checked her water supply and decided that she would have to find a stream or a pond sometime soon to replenish her water supply, but for now she really needed to sit down for a bit; the forest was closeby enough to still be able to set camp there for the night and have a short stop now. She sat down next to a treestump, and after gulping some of her water down she took out the golden ball. She had taken it out several times since last night, but only once she had opened it. Maiara didn't want the scroll to be damaged, but now she felt an irresistable urge to see it, and to have a look at the map if she was still going into the right direction. With care she clicked open the golden ball and held it in here hands, but inside there was no scroll. The insides of the ball held a statue of a lizard. The statue was made of green jade stone, and shone brightly against the sunlight as she took it out. With the ball in her lap, the statue in one hand, she felt around the insides of the ball to check if that was really all there was, but there was really only the lizard that was there. Panick surged through Maiara. How would she ever be able to find where she had to go without the map? She put the statue on the side, and investigated the ball again and again, but the map was really gone. 'Don't be silly, the map is engraved in your mind after all. And maybe, just maybe, you were never supposed to really hold the map.' This line of thought calmed her down a bit, after all she really knew where she had to go. In her head she could see the map as clearly as if she was holding it in her hands. She picked up the statue again, and looked at it closely. It almost felt as if the cold jade was alive, and if the lizard would walk away from her hands any minute now. Its tail had the most peculiar shape, almost as if it was an eye. Maiara held the statue up against her face and looked through the hole that was formed by the lizard's tail. Through it she could see the mountains, but it changed nothing. With a sigh she put the statue back in the golden ball, and decided that she would have to keep moving if she didn't want to sleep out in the open that night. After having packed up she set off towards the mountains once more.

They walked along, and the usually not so talkative Dana simply listened to the very bouncy Robbie. It seemed to her that the boy was affraid that his tongue would rust stuck in his mouth if he were to stop talking, but it was pleasant to listen to him talking. The path they had taken led them back into the forest, and it was nice to just walk along. After a while she automatically shut out the meaning of Robbie's words and his voice turned into a hum that made a fair melange with the other sounds in the forest. Then her ears picked up a sound that wasn't supposed to be there. She reached out with the energy and tried to tune in to what had been making the sound. Its energy was weak and it was fading as they spoke, it might just be an animal dying deep in the forest, but somehow she had a feeling that this was more. Dana put a hand on Robbie's arm, and he silenced for a moment. She tried to listen intensely if she could rediscover the sound, and attempted to locate the energy. "What's hap-" "Shhh...I heard something." There! She heard it again. Dana started walking into the direction where she thought she had heard the sound. It wasn't too far out of their own direction, and if someone or something was in need, they could always have a look if they could help.

Welcome at the Pen I normally wouldn't reply in the middle of a story, but as an honoured guest you wouldn't be able to see my reply if I would post it in one of the rooms usually used for this. (I think you should apply to the Pen of course But that's your own decision) I loved this storystart. It has a nice build up of tension, and the way Amelia Anne is described really drags me along into the story. Already I can feel with her, and want to tell her not to do it where the story ends. There is a pretty good setting described, and the set-up for your characters and her world is developing nicely. Already you really say something within your story, adn I sincerely hope that it was her bridesmaid veil that was tumbling down of course..... Please keep on writing this, cause now I definitely need to know the rest of the story as well

With a sigh Dennis decided that he had to have that jester, his muscled legs, his pecs, his...what the?! Someone had sat down next to him and the idiot had sat straight in his line of view! Dennis tried to look around him to see Adrian still, but then the ponytail even started talking to him. With discontent Dennis pulled his eyes away from where Gorgeous Adrian had been just two minutes ago and looked at the person sitting next to him. Dennis observed the man next to him. He had obsiously poor skin, and should use some of the imported lotions Dennis always used. Of course he wasn't going to borrow it to him, but the poneytail could definitely use it. He was nothing special in Dennis' eyes, except that he had a rather sensual mouth, very kissable. Oh my! The mouth was moving as well. Dennis tore himself away from thoughts of kissing and attempted to focus on what the ponytail was saying. "....departed princess." Departed? The princess was still alive, non? Dennis was just about to open his mouth to notice this when his brain told him that it had registered some other things as well. Ponytail had made him an offer to share their knowledge. Wouldn't it be great to find the princess first? Maybe he would be able to impress that yummy jester with it. Yes, he wouldn't mind sharing information, but now was not the time and neither the place to do it. Dennis put on his "tough" face, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said as calm as possible. "And what makes you think you're little cube is worth my valuable information? and what's more, why should I trust you?"

I promise I will do my very best to keep it out of there...but it's only fair to warn Lord Nor....or...hmmm....maybe not *grin*

Hope that's fine, and oh, Lord Nor....I'm sorry for making your char the target of Dennis' affections, but his physical description was just too nice to not do that

The silk was absolutely fabtastic, amazing, gorgeous! Dennis was taken away by all the magnificent colours of the hall, and he was already thinking how the interior decorating could be improved upon by adding some flowers here and there when the King and Queen entered. The first thing he noticed on the royal pair was that the queen’s dress was absolutely horrible, how on earth could a queen wear something like that? And oh, her hair, yugh. That was so totally out of fashion, and it was clear that she’d never heard of facial care before. Dennis had to admit however that the King looked rather spiffy, his legs showed rather well in those green tights, very manly. Dennis twirled a lock of his own well-conditioned hair around his finger, and looked around the audience. Most of them had certainly never heard of fashion, and that lady over there was wearing a very nice dress, but that colour would look better on a pig than on here. No, if it would’ve been his choice he would definitely have chosen a different colour dress…something to go with her eyes probably. When the dwarf came out he gasped. There he was again, that strange little man from the market. Dennis his hand went down into his pocket and his fingers played over the little puzzle box. His thoughts went over the note that had been in the box, and he decided that that was where he would look first. While the dwarf was speaking Dennis’ attention drifted off to the court jester in the corner. What a built that man had, his muscled legs showed beautifully in the multi-coloured clothes, and Dennis felt his loins stir. He coughed manly-like and moved his handmade jacket slightly to cover up the feelings this man had awoken in him. He would simply have to find out who that man was! He shook his hair back, and tried to focus back on what was happening in the court, but his eyes kept drifting to that delicious jester.

With all the excitement over and done now, Annie thought being dead had become rather boring. She wanted some life here in this boring little town and had snuck into Nathaniels house. Maybe she could spook the ghosts around here, or otherwise she would at least be able to order them around. She watched him reading the letters and going over some big list of books, nothing interesting for her to do, and wandered out to see what else there was around. When she arrived at the top of the stairs she saw an old clock, one of those that granny Jammeez used ot have in her kitchen, and suddenly an idea jumped in mind. Annie was just small enough to crawl inside, and grinned. *DING DONG* Giggling she played with the clock and made it spookily sound 12 times through the corridors. She hoped that whatever ghosts were around would come out, after all weren't ghosts supposed to come out and play at midnight? Well, if she would just make enough noise they might just think that it was midnight already and come out to play with her.

Must….resist….temptation…..AAAARGGGGHHHH…..I can’t…. Fine! I’m in! (Patrick promised me not to start any killing before Monday ) I’ll be playing Fleur, a rare beauty, but oh so naive. The sweetest thing you’ve ever seen, but you can tell her that grass is red and only disguised as green and she’d believe it. Then again, she’s not stupid….just believes in the good will of people (and boy is she wrong most of the time).

So, erm....we can just go crazy on the RP now?

This poem has a couple of lines that got me thinking, but these made the deepest impression by far… I forget all too easily that men have similar feelings to women, and that feelings are the same for everyone….I guess I’ve been meeting the wrong men all my life so far, if there are those out there that feel this way. Great poem, thanks Parm

Hmm... Depending on the character I either try to crawl under their skin and see how I would react, or I think of people I know and describe how they would react. I think that one of my favourite hobbies, watching people, helps me greatly to write out characters and to keep them life-like. I think all people are worth listening to and observing, and everybody has got their own interesting things. So I get to talk to and meet a lot of people and for different chars I take different traits from the people I meet and have met. For example for Dennis, the char I will use for Gwai's game. He will be based on one of my gayfriends, who is the absolute gayest person I have ever met (that is if you take the exagerated image). He'll have the handgestures, the voice, and the comments on hair, make-up and clothing. I think that for this I also think of Jack from Will & Grace, and then mix in some other things that would make things even funnier. What character I use mainly depends on what I feel like playing. Dennis will be a funny character, one that makes an idiot of himself, and doesn't see it. Than there are of course the choice of words that would go with a certain char. If a char is arrogant I would probably choose for the more difficult versions of words so to speak, if the char is mentally retarded I would go towards the easiest and most-used version of that word. (I have no idea how much sense that makes ) I do the same for their dialogue. If a character is highly intelligent I will try to use more scientific language than when he or she is an everyday Joe. Normally I also do some research into what this char is doing and into the setting. For the first WWgame I played here (In the Name of the Rose, a gardener monk) I had to look into herbs and what on earth these herbs looked like and what the effects would be if you used them in cooking. But enough of my babbling...lets hear some others about this subject

LOL! This is great I just love funny poems

Gah, I hadn't expected things to go this fast all of a sudden. But just to let you all know, I will be out of circulation between the 3rd and 5th of february, will be at Appy's for an RP weekend

Birds sang in the trees, and Peter happily whistled along. Today he would see Maria again, and he might even ask her out. His thoughts went back to her long copper hair, and her rank hands that had become rough because of the hard work in the stables. Those hands had never been made for work like this. They should be lovingly caring for her son…and possibly for some other children. For the first time in his life Peter daydreamed about kids of his own. Never before had he felt this much for a woman. Somehow they always managed to bore him within the first five minutes. Of course he was no virgin, but having sex with a woman and having feelings were two totally different things in his opinion, and Maria was stirring quite some feelings! He entered town and had to hold himself back or he would’ve hop-skipped through town like the next best jester. The heavy door of the stables seemed to open lightly today, and Peter walked in. As his eyes fell on Maria his heart jumped; she simply was the most amazing woman he had ever seen. She was greasing a saddle and copper curls had come lose from her ponytail. The sun fell through the top windows and it was as if she was an angel with a red-golden halo. Her hands shone from the leather grease, but Peter still thought they were the most caring hands in the world. He cleared his throat, “Err…hello.” She looked up, and her dark-brown deer eyes seemed to look straight into his heart. Her face lit up and turned into a smile, and Peter thought he would have to hold his heart down with his hands before it would jump out and run towards her to offer itself to this goddess. “How’s the mule?” “The what?” She laughed. Her laugh was warm and sensual and enveloped him like velvet. “The mule you bought two days ago?” “Oh. Fine, just fine.” Say something you idiot. You sound like a mumbling fool, what on earth will she think of you? “You’re a nice mule, Shit! I mean you have nice mules…I err…” stupid, stupid, stupid! “Can I help you with something?” Think fast!...and please say something witty “I would like to have a look at a saddle.” “Are you planning on riding that mule?” Her voice sounded surprised, and with right. Nobody rode mules around here; horses were for riding, mules were for working. “Yes. I mean no, I also wanted to have a look at your horses.” Her smile was dazzling. Maybe if she would be slightly less amazing he would be able to think straight, but he wasn’t. He had no need for a horse, but she walked towards the stables, and like a loyal dog he followed. She had two riding horses at the moment, but all he could look at was how her mouth moved when she spoke. He heard himself saying yes and no, and maybe, and before he knew it he was outside again. The spell was broken and the fresh air cleaned out the last bit of the enchantment. He thought back about all he had said, and came to the conclusion that he had bought a horse, and that he would come in two days to pick it up. Peter scratched his head, and then shrugged. At least he would be able to try speaking to Maria again. Whistling he started on his walk back home, and let his mind stray over her blond hair and lush lips.

I would love to join Tanny, but there's a couple of things joining up that prevent me from posting daily at the moment

I would write up most of it yourself and then simply check with the people for char inconsistencies. That way you will also have the great feeling of pride of having done most of this project by yourself. Not sure if that sounds scatterbrained, but if so, I went out and slept like...well not enough last night

http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?showtopic=9567 Online Role-Playing Styles, just a statement Started by Peredhil and then more people joined in with some handy bits and bobs of advice

Sorry, totally not my theme....will be reading though, I might learn about it and be able to play next time

Dennis would much rather be the princess than be with her…He loves dressing up in all the fancy dresses, but only does this in secret. In public he attempts to be a typical male, but fails miserably because his feminine manners give it away within the first thirty seconds of talking to him. He normally pronounces his name the French way making it sounds like he’s saying Denise instead of Dennis.

I liked this the first time I read it, and I still do. The images you create really drive the feelings behind them through and I agree with Appy how you manage to shift from caring to not caring....as society does more and more. Only one thing bugged me... Second stanza has too many syllables in 2nd and 4th line...not sure if you did that on purpose, but for me it broke the flow when I read it out loud. The rest thunders down like a waterfall, but here it seems like there's a pebble in the way. Still...amazing poem..thanks *hugs*

Just wanted to let everybody know that the people writing up the feedback for these stories are working hard on this, and that it's not forgotten

Thanks for doing these Wyv, it's a pleasure reading them...as always

Been out, but I'm in...err....yeah *salutes and waits for further instructions*