Hey there pheonix, you mailed the link to me, but you hadn't seen my audition or anything, so here goes. Oh, and because I'm in a creative mood, I'm going to post two different things. Maybe you can tell the kind of Role-plays I like, or maybe you could be nice and tell me how they are. Anyway I'm shadowlover33 at neopets, (I'm not ashamed to let others know I go there, even if it isn't my favorite place) and here are my auditions. One was pretyped, and the other brand new. Enjoy.
I shouldn't have done it.....
I could've stopped myself...
But... it was so easy. So, unbelievably easy....
There were difficult parts too, but I overcame them... My desire ... and determination ... it was like a competition to me...
To see if I could ... and it worked... It worked perfectly, and terribly....
I shouldn't have done it, yet I did...
Do I regret it? I ask myself this every day. Part of me cries "Yes! I can't believe I did such terrible deeds! I'm sorry! Please forgive me!", and breaks down crying...
But the larger, stronger voice. ... it wanted ... it demanded...
Those scared and hopeless faces...
it inspired that stronger and wilder part. And, even now, it wants to again...
It was ...... fun.
Let me explain myself. Here it what happened, and how I turned this way. This story is full of heroes, courage, and wonderful deeds. Yet also poisoned by evil, sadness, and despair. Perhaps at the end you will hate me, and for good reason. If you do not, then I might despise you. For you see, I hate myself for what I have done....I mean I do regret it, right?
The figures sat with hunched backs around the burning fire. The fire snapped merrily as the red and orange flames danced in the air, as if trying to soar to the sky before dying. It leaped repeatedly from the dry logs that served as fuel as if to try and touch the mysterious twinkling stars perched precariously in the sky. It was an awe-inspiring sight, the flames casting light upon the sandy shore as the waves nearby rocked back and forth and the sliver of a moon swimming slowly through the sky. But the beauty of it all was lost upon the four companions.
They sat, not side by side as if cold or friendly, but apart as if forming their own uncomfortable and silent formation. They weren't really companions, as none of them especially like each other. They were just too different and self-absorbed for that.
One large one stared into the flames, his dark blue eyes flickering in the orange light. He was not staring at the fire, but instead reliving his past...
The screams and cries were ringing throughout the night sky as the setting sun gave a bloodstained look to the dying village. The nearby kingdom was invading once again upon the small village of Kilept. A young boy in dusty brown clothes crouched hesitantly behind a bush near the largest road in the village. The thatched huts nearby were burning loudly, and the crackling sounded to him like many bugs clicking their pincers menacingly as they devoured the homes. Dust from the path swirled up and swarmed around the boy. The figures were rushing by, and he involuntarily sneezed very loudly. The young teenager paused, desperately hoping that the others hadn't heard him. And, of course, they did.
"Well, what have we here?" One sneered, and as the oppressive dust settled the boy saw that the speaker was a large, fat, and hairy man dressed in old rusty armor. Even without the long shining sword, the boy would have been no match for this fellow.
Behind the fat man was a mean-looking short fellow, standing next to a scrawny older man who looked like his face was constantly occupied with a frown. All three were staring at the boy, drawing their weapons. The short one just had a rough piece of knotted rope, and the old one was only armed with a small club, but even so the teenager was trembling in panic.
"Well?!" The fat bully demanded, his pasty tongue flickering out briefly to launch a volley of saliva at the poor kid.The boy drew himself up as if to stutter something, but was interrupted by a loud yell.
This yell was different from the many others, because it had the note of a challenge in it. The boy immediately gasped at the wonderful sight of a group of knights rushing forward to meet the troublemakers.
Their shining armor, the rushing steeds, the crests on the wide shields, these bold images impressed themselves upon the young mind with the force of a charging rhinoceros. The hooligans received a rough thrashing and the knights departed happily to rescue the rest of the village. That was a turning point in the young kid's life.
"John, you'd better not be slacking on your sentry duty!"A thin voice screeched, cutting through the guy's thoughts like a frog's tongue through a swarm of flies. John snapped to attention, his eyes momentarily searching around the camp to find the source of the voice. Ah yes, Princess Oprina, the spoiled brat of the castle and his current charge to protect.
I preferred the memory... He sighed.
See, that was the pretyped, which is why it's so long. Technically it's the beginning of a story, but oh well. Let's see, here's the one I'll type right now, with a few ideas 'borrowed' from a book I red, m'kay?
"Hey, back off, jerk. And you too, punk. Hey, stop shoving! Stupid freakin' morons!"
The writing crowd of flashy clothed people slowly gave way off to the side, the path accompanied by swears and disgruntled voices. A last "Move it!" cut through the deep, booming sound of the music and a small figure popped through, the tiny path behind her instantly swallowed with 'dancing' couples.
"Gosh, I freakin' hate this place on Saturday nights. It's too freakin' crowded and you can't even hold a simple meeting." The girl complained, setting her empty glass down on the worn brown counter and jumping up on the stool. Yes, I said she jumped. After all, when you're not even 5 feet tall stools can be quite annoying. Her emerald and pink eyes flashed angrily in the dull light as she stared down at her empty cup. Yes, I said pink. The white part of her eyes were dyed lightly due to her contact lenses. Her rose-colored contact lenses enabled her to sort out supernaturals and humans. Not that she always needed it. Speaking of which, here came the harried bar tender, looking for all the world like a young, tired and angry teenage girl sporting a cute red tank top and tiny black shorts. The definite lack of an aura, the fuzzy pink thing humans had surrounding them, was not lost upon the short red head.
She grinned, her pink lips twisting to reveal a not so innocent smile upon her pale, freckled face. Her long deep red braid was resting on her shoulder, creating a nice contrast to her deep green shirt and black jeans.
"Hello Slant, it's nice to see you. I hope you're doing well in your business?" The bar tended asked, deftly pouring a drink into Slant's cup.
"Yes, the usual. It's getting rather annoying you know, as all of the bad guys are currently away, hiding and plotting. The worst I find lately are some hungry vampires, but nothing too much."
The bar tender nodded in agreement, and ducked under the counter. Slant whipped around, her braid following her to land smartly on her cheek as Slant gasped in surprise. No, it wasn't her attacking hair that bothered her, it was the mammoth guy towering above her, dressed in a smart black suit that appeared the size of a circus tent and wide, black shades adorned her plain, white face. Slant could even see the faint glimmer of his glowing eyes beneath the glasses, and, in case she was a complete moron and ignored all of the other signs, he lacked an aura.
The entire bar was deathly quiet, and his rumbling words cut through the silence like a burning sword. "Well, you little shortcake, you're coming with me. No weapons, and no words. Don't worry little girl, everything will be ok. Now." His huge arm slowly reached out to grab her shoulder after these mocking words, and he had even allowed himself a tiny smile to stretch across his broad and boring face.
Slant shrank away slightly, fear in her eyes as she suddenly felt smaller than ever. Then she realized that others were watching, and besides, she was trained for this. Whipping out a long knife from her jeans Slant jumped up onto the counter behind her, now standing up to the man's chest. Her wide grin covered any doubts that she had and she replied evenly, her high-pitched voice just as intimidating.
"If there are two things in this world I hate besides ignorant supernaturals, it's people talking down to me by giving me foolish nicknames, and people calling me short. Guess what I do to things I hate?"
The knife in her hand gleamed dully, it's silver blade almost crying out for blood as she twitched her pale
hand slightly, clearly showing what she meant. It had begun.
Ok then, all done for now. I can write most if you want,(I doubt it'll be needed) but there you go. I'll be back later, hope I'm accepted. Bye! *Waves*