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samples for guyandolls

Dec 31, 2010 13:47

These threads will serve as samples because dear_mun is such a weird format to me.

*open rp, character: dorian gray, practice, character: house, guysandolls

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this is a voice post I guess?? house_1_god_0 December 31 2010, 19:07:06 UTC

So, I can't decide whether this whole situation is supposed to be heaven or hell yet.

On one hand, this is a geisha district. Forget what they're called, but the point is, an eternity of prostitutes and considerably classy ones at that. I guess they'd be closer to escorts, if they weren't so deluded to think that selling sex with arts is somehow above selling sex without it. Sex is sex, no matter how you spin it.

On the other hand, seeing as I'm stuck as the house doctor, this also equates to an eternity of swabbing crotches. Just a tip in advance: if you think you have one, let's just say that you do and save us both the trouble. Same for pregnancy.

I guess I'll just have to settle for it being "limbo." Sort of. Pretty sure I'm not dead, last time I checked. [a beat] Yep, still beating.

TEXT. drcuddles January 1 2011, 22:25:41 UTC

Consider it purgatory for you. On the one hand, you have prostitutes and on the other, you actually have to work.

house_1_god_0 January 1 2011, 22:46:15 UTC

Purgatory? Pfft, purgatory is for losers that God was too lazy to decide where they--Oh, wait. I know this condescending tone of text.

Wilson or Cuddy. Please be Cuddy. Also please be a prostitute.

drcuddles January 1 2011, 23:02:08 UTC

If only I was that much of an ass that it was my own personal signature, like you.

It's Cuddy.

and this one is video hideous_soul December 31 2010, 19:14:31 UTC

I had wondered at first if this place was even civilized enough to offer proper social gatherings, and I see that I was somewhat right.

[Dorian pauses to light a cigarette]I'm sure that there are lovely soirées offered, but for it to be open to only for the entertainers and their clients seems a waste. I do not mean to insult the gracious people in this profession or patronage, of course, though I have met so few of you. Ah, to be honest, I have met far fewer of my fellow hostages than I would have liked. It takes getting accustomed to, this place, but its exotic charms are innumerable. And we are all together, are we not? I think how lucky we must be for the chance to travel to a place so reminiscent of the Orient, yet also familiar in its ways, but I cannot help but wonder whether it is truly a chance or a curse instead. But my cynicism is disenchanting, and I digress ( ... )