[ooc: application] 1st and 3rd POV samples
First-person POV journal sample:
[Private: hard]
Still haven't gotten used to the lack of music. I’m missing too much here, and it's too close to when the Rhombulans came.
We have our work cut out for us. A lot of it. Better get started.
In the meantime, I need be more aware and get back my senses. Even back then I could hear the others better.
...wonder if the monsters and crabs can dance?
[/Private: hard]
[Public]
What's the plan?
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Third-person POV rp sample:
Normally, Derek could handle anything that came his way with the same demeanor, hardly showing any sign that he was affected at all. It allowed him to catch what others might miss. Rarely was there a time when he would show a lot of outward reaction.
Arriving in a wasteland that lacked music wasn’t one of those times. Though, it did bother him. What kind of situation did they land in? The how and why could wait. They needed to focus on now.
Derek took a breath to shake the dizziness he felt, crossed his arms, and turned to his right to see their reactions. He was fully prepared for having to say something to calm down-no one? There was no one? Two other agents should have been there. The left? (As strange as that would be.) No one there either.
He instantly reached for his earpiece and said, “Agent Derek, here. HQ, I need a mission update.” He waited for an answer.
Nothing.
Communications were down and no one was around. Next option. Derek tried dancing to create a beat, something to end the heavy silence and something the others could hear. He’d ignore his strange fatigue for now. Each step and swing should have caused some note to ring out, but nothing changed as he reached the set’s end. He tried a different set of moments. After a few more minutes of dancing, Derek stopped and crossed his arms.
Again, nothing. Not even the faintest note.
The scraping sounds of rocks crumbling to the ground and something akin to footsteps caused Derek to spin on his heals. What the hell? There hadn’t been any melody accompanying it. Derek had been caught completely off guard. He lowered his center of gravity, feet apart, knees bent, ready to bolt or defend himself if need be. More scraping, more footsteps… from another direction. And not even a chord. He looked around and still saw no one, but he knew he might not be alone after all.
He just couldn’t hear them.
Derek dashed into an alley and did his best to conceal himself, heart starting to beat a little faster. He already had a good grasp on his own situation. Long answer: He was weak, deaf, lost, surrounded, and without EBA support in a disaster zone that lacked a melody of any kind.
Short answer: This was bad.
And arriving in a wasteland that lacked music, alone, without his senses was one of those times.
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[Private: hard]
Still haven't gotten used to the lack of music. I’m missing too much here, and it's too close to when the Rhombulans came.
We have our work cut out for us. A lot of it. Better get started.
In the meantime, I need be more aware and get back my senses. Even back then I could hear the others better.
...wonder if the monsters and crabs can dance?
[/Private: hard]
[Public]
What's the plan?
****
Third-person POV rp sample:
Normally, Derek could handle anything that came his way with the same demeanor, hardly showing any sign that he was affected at all. It allowed him to catch what others might miss. Rarely was there a time when he would show a lot of outward reaction.
Arriving in a wasteland that lacked music wasn’t one of those times. Though, it did bother him. What kind of situation did they land in? The how and why could wait. They needed to focus on now.
Derek took a breath to shake the dizziness he felt, crossed his arms, and turned to his right to see their reactions. He was fully prepared for having to say something to calm down-no one? There was no one? Two other agents should have been there. The left? (As strange as that would be.) No one there either.
He instantly reached for his earpiece and said, “Agent Derek, here. HQ, I need a mission update.” He waited for an answer.
Nothing.
Communications were down and no one was around. Next option. Derek tried dancing to create a beat, something to end the heavy silence and something the others could hear. He’d ignore his strange fatigue for now. Each step and swing should have caused some note to ring out, but nothing changed as he reached the set’s end. He tried a different set of moments. After a few more minutes of dancing, Derek stopped and crossed his arms.
Again, nothing. Not even the faintest note.
The scraping sounds of rocks crumbling to the ground and something akin to footsteps caused Derek to spin on his heals. What the hell? There hadn’t been any melody accompanying it. Derek had been caught completely off guard. He lowered his center of gravity, feet apart, knees bent, ready to bolt or defend himself if need be. More scraping, more footsteps… from another direction. And not even a chord. He looked around and still saw no one, but he knew he might not be alone after all.
He just couldn’t hear them.
Derek dashed into an alley and did his best to conceal himself, heart starting to beat a little faster. He already had a good grasp on his own situation. Long answer: He was weak, deaf, lost, surrounded, and without EBA support in a disaster zone that lacked a melody of any kind.
Short answer: This was bad.
And arriving in a wasteland that lacked music, alone, without his senses was one of those times.
****