Samples: Communcation thread/post sample: [typical comm postings from Chey will be mental; his language is very wordy and his thought processes are naturally run-on sentency.]
It is very cold now and I do not like it and would like to leave for the other side of the city. The sky is white with the snow so I cannot leave alone could somebody find me? Somebody with a warm piece of clothes...[a hummy sound, thoughts slowing down.]
Coat.
Jacket.
Scar.
The long cloth on her neck. I can see her outside with her arms up and her head up like she is going to...[pause, trying to think of the word.]
I do not remember what it is called to have both arms going around one thing at one time.
Log/Prose sample: With the breeze as present as it was that day, Chey was his own little sailboat. He found he could grasp the corners of his cap and hold them out at opposite ends to catch the sighs of air as they came, sailing down the street like a dandelion seed. He made for a very unusual and over-sized dandelion seed; he couldn't imagine himself in that moment, so the charm was lost on him. Much was lost on him already.
The wind puffed him into a lazy circle, staring back the way he'd come and finding it unchanged. It made him anxious again; where did that woman go? She had been very kind to him, especially when the dog had tried to make a chew toy out of him. He remembered that she left with the dog in tow and hoped that it was only because of how brave she was. The notion that she owned that big, brown monster was too much for him to consider. Nice people don't keep horrible company.
Then again, the fat man in the space ship had that horrible monster...
The perpetual frown got a bit frownier with his chain of thoughts, half-inclined to ask if it were true about the woman. Having the seal was convenient, even if he hardly understood how it worked. Nobody could mistake him for being stupid with it, at least, and that was good enough for him. The only real problem came with the people that liked to shout--some of them only got louder if he asked them to stop.
There was no shouting going on along that road at the moment, though, so Chey's concerns blew away with the last gust before bumping a mailbox post. With his ride temporarily halted, he twirled around the post and changed his direction, more float-walking than sailing down the alley. Each upward step sent him high enough to peek into windows he passed by, sometimes clutching at the sills to have a closer inspection. The further he went, the hungrier he got, and the last window he spied inside was laced with the nicest smells...
And a small dog, sleeping on a rug at the foot of an oven. Chey gave a faint, high-pitched whine of lament.
He still hadn't figured out his pitch was just the right frequency for dogs.
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Communcation thread/post sample:
[typical comm postings from Chey will be mental; his language is very wordy and his thought processes are naturally run-on sentency.]
It is very cold now and I do not like it and would like to leave for the other side of the city. The sky is white with the snow so I cannot leave alone could somebody find me? Somebody with a warm piece of clothes...[a hummy sound, thoughts slowing down.]
Coat.
Jacket.
Scar.
The long cloth on her neck. I can see her outside with her arms up and her head up like she is going to...[pause, trying to think of the word.]
I do not remember what it is called to have both arms going around one thing at one time.
Log/Prose sample:
With the breeze as present as it was that day, Chey was his own little sailboat. He found he could grasp the corners of his cap and hold them out at opposite ends to catch the sighs of air as they came, sailing down the street like a dandelion seed. He made for a very unusual and over-sized dandelion seed; he couldn't imagine himself in that moment, so the charm was lost on him. Much was lost on him already.
The wind puffed him into a lazy circle, staring back the way he'd come and finding it unchanged. It made him anxious again; where did that woman go? She had been very kind to him, especially when the dog had tried to make a chew toy out of him. He remembered that she left with the dog in tow and hoped that it was only because of how brave she was. The notion that she owned that big, brown monster was too much for him to consider. Nice people don't keep horrible company.
Then again, the fat man in the space ship had that horrible monster...
The perpetual frown got a bit frownier with his chain of thoughts, half-inclined to ask if it were true about the woman. Having the seal was convenient, even if he hardly understood how it worked. Nobody could mistake him for being stupid with it, at least, and that was good enough for him. The only real problem came with the people that liked to shout--some of them only got louder if he asked them to stop.
There was no shouting going on along that road at the moment, though, so Chey's concerns blew away with the last gust before bumping a mailbox post. With his ride temporarily halted, he twirled around the post and changed his direction, more float-walking than sailing down the alley. Each upward step sent him high enough to peek into windows he passed by, sometimes clutching at the sills to have a closer inspection. The further he went, the hungrier he got, and the last window he spied inside was laced with the nicest smells...
And a small dog, sleeping on a rug at the foot of an oven. Chey gave a faint, high-pitched whine of lament.
He still hadn't figured out his pitch was just the right frequency for dogs.
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❁ Reply to the Taken List and Housing Request pages.
❁ Join splendorocity, splendorlogs, and splendornotices with your character account.
❁ Join splendorooc with your mun OR character account.
❁ Once accepted to splendorooc, comment on the player contact page.
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