Application for rubycity_rp + Character Info
PLAYER
Name: Nick!
Personal Journal: pess_in_suits
E-mail: pess.in.suits at gmail dot com
AIM/MSN/etc: AIM: whenyouretheking
CHARACTER
Name: John Egbert
Canon: Homestuck (MS Paint Adventures)
Timeline: Right at the end of the 4/02 update. SPOILER: Namely, right as he's getting himself stabbed in the chest by Jack for the second time.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[audio]
[If grogginess could sound effect attached to it, it would sound something like this. This being the haphazard scuffling of fabric on the ground and the incoherent murmurs of a boy trying to rouse himself.
John: Wake up.]
Uuurgh. [Followed by a hefty sigh and a lazy yawn.] Oh man, I need...I need to tell Vriska to seriously stop this sudden napping thing, it is so inconvenient--
--uh.
[He seems to have gathered that he's somewhere unfamiliar, and a note of trepidation enters his voice.] Wait, um, I can't wake up if my real body's dead, so...! Where the heck am I?
Roooooooose! Oh man, Rose, where'd you go? Is this some crazy grimdark thing because okay if it is it would be so much awesome if you could maybe...stop!
--is this about the whole marriage thing? Because we can totally just forget that I ever mentioned it. Prankster's honor and everything!
[He then remembers that there's one little thing about prankster's honor.
It doesn't exist.]
Oh god, oh god. Oh gooooooood.
[signature homestuck text!]
um...hi!
okay so, i guess i just got here or something? i have no idea what's going on...i was playing a game with my friends and saving the world and everything, only i think i just died (again!) and now i'm here and oh god i don't know where i aaaaaaaam.
also, does anyone have a computer or something i can use?? my glasses aren't working and i REALLY need to get on pesterchum, like. right now. it is a mission of the utmost importance.
Third Person:
A boy sits by the river, clad in striking blue pajamas and kicking his feet over the edge, sending small sprays of red water splaying in every direction.
A boy sighs, looking uncharacteristically solemn, worried, maybe, fingers drumming on the ground to the beat of familiar tune, feeling the breeze billow around and muss up his hair further than it usually was.
The boy, whose named happened to be John Egbert, extended one hand over the river and touched the breeze with his fingertips.
A small billow of funneled wind contorted in his palm and spun downward, the water splashing loudly as it was thrown every which way by the mini-cyclone. He let it roam free, churned and thrashing in haphazard ovals in the river for a while before it dissipated. Like a balloon with a hole suddenly pricked in it, the air seemed to deflate, as did the boy who had summoned it. Gently gnawing on the inside of his cheek, he listened to the breeze resume it's usual patterns.
"Maan. It's not even close to being as cool if there's no one around to see it. Not even Vriska, or Karkat...I bet they can't see me here at all."
A boy sits by the river, lonelier than he's ever felt before.