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Phoenix-FireMage β Giant Prisoner Error
Published: 2014-02-06 03:13:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 2650; Favourites: 17; Downloads: 2
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Yes, I am aware that I threw logic out the window... Also, I do plan to get reply to the 38 things in my inbox, just not at the moment...Rules: (Yes, I know you hate them, but I gotta have them.)
Write something worth reading! This is a biggie. I simply will not respond to horrible starting posts. Bad comments later on will receive a warning. (Likely after I ignore it for a few days)
Paragraph form, not script form.
No having an overpowered character!
Nothing fatal.
No swearing. (you can say that they swore, or use something like 'Dang frizzle frazzle phooey to the nth degree,' but don't actually swear. (Also, interwebz cookie to the first person to name where I got that from.))
No fetish related stuff.
No sex. None. I won't RP that.
Also, no switching on this one.
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Chris was able to settle down it seemed enough to had fallen back asleep, peacefully.
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Rojer stayed like that for several hours longer, continuing to read. Every so often he glanced at the human, smiling gently to see him sleeping peacefully.
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Chris has truly grown comfortable around him. More trusting than heβd ever been with anyone aside from his own mother. It had started to show especially in the past handful of days. And he didnt seem to mind the idea of not going back...there was nothing for him there anymore.
When Chris woke up, he hadnβt forgotten whatβd been said. He was more reserved right then then heβd been and just requested to go to the greenhouse for a little while.
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Rojer looked a bit surprised. "At this time of evening?" he asked.
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Chris nodded. βAh, the nap has got me awake now, heh. Also my guitars out there too. I donβt think Iβll be very long.β
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"All right," Rojer said, picking him up carefully and carrying him to Chris's door. "Have fun."
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Chris smiled up at him thankfully. βOf course. You can come get me when youβre turning in for the night.β
He hooped down once lowered again, waving before heading out.
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Rojer nodded, waving back. "I'll probably read a few hours more," he said.
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"Sounds fine, then." Chris stated, heading in and turning on the little light inside. It was warm in there. He sat down after finding his guitar in a comfortable spot and played quiet music for himself, clearing his mind for awhile of all that'd been going on.
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Hey, can i try this please, its a real cool RPπ
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Well, I usually don't like to start new RPs with people I've never been with before and whose writing style I don't know, but I suppose we could give it a try this time. Go ahead and start off.
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What is confusing you?
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Was that an ok start, are we good to RP?
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I haven't really looked at it yet. I've been busy today.
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And happy birthday for today π
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No problem, just write your response when you get time
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Ok then, my bad, take your time π
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Oh ok then, I must say though this is a real cool, RP so well done to you on that π
I violently struggled and fought against the two oversized guards who were dragging me too my feet from my dirty, fowl almost twisted prison cell, thoughts and feelings of immediate protest and anxious fear flooded my physce as I began to yelp and contort in protest
All I'd been told was that the very large, almost infamous giant prisoner that was being held alongside all the other misfits, hardened criminals and petty misguided thieves needed a toy to calm him Down. "A toy!?!" My mind splattered and subconsciously yelled in both outraged nervousness and subsequent defiant anger, "What was the giant a child?!" There was no point in voicing these objections to the meatheaded, burly guards savehly dragging me to my new ultimate confines as it woild be more worth to save my energy for whatever disgusting, deadly or devious tasks or plans lied ahead in the wake and most likely grasp of this giant creature.
My mind raced and ethically and mentally twisted, bending over backwards to try and prepare myself, trying to list or create any "games" or ways a giant creature could mess or toy with a human such as myself, sure prison wasn't easy, nothing inside these walls or deep underground chambers was ever handed to you, far from it in fact. But I didn't think anything could prepare Me for the thought of being offered to a moody, sulking giant as an appeasement gift, what awaited me? I didn't know and I was afraid to find out.
After being lugged and forcefully dragged through endless black concrete and brick corridors each littered with cells, I was brought to a massive hole in the floor, the giants cellnpit, and tossed down lime exactly what I may become, a broken toy
(Hope that is ok to start ππ, thank you for replying)
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Sorry for a few spelling mistakes π
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((Ice-Cove27 , it has happened again. How many times is this now for this one RP? A bunch... Here is the comp, and here is where we were. ))
Rojer carried him out, heading for the closet with the mess.
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(A ton...it's a long going one.)
Once inside, Chris asked for a light to see exactly his bad it was.
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((Yep. I like this one a lot.))
Rojer nodded, flipping on the light switch with the hand not holding Chris. Then he stood in the doorway looking at the mess.
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Chris gazed down at the mess from a new perspective. Okay, so what he had done wasn't too terrible...but honestly, the whole place already was a dusty unorganized collection.
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"Did you do all this?" Rojer asked teasingly.
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Chris stuck out his tongue. "I think you helped. This place is a mess. Do you even need all of that?"
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Rojer lifted his chin, affronted. "Yes," he answered.
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Chris shook his head. "A random bucket full of...things? An old ridiculously large picture frame and mattress?"
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"Did you even look at the picture?" Rojer asked, picking it up.
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Chris shook his head. "It was too dark." He looked at it when Rojer mentioned it, though.
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((...its the one he saw before...))
Rojer smiled, holding Chris closer to it. "This is my family," he said.
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(Ah, okay. I was wondering if it was. I kind of pictured the room having a few of them about.)
Chris smiled, finally getting a good look at it. "Hey, I saw this one. Earlier, but now I can see all the details...huh. Well why not hang it up? Why's it in here?"
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((Oh. I hadn't thought of that.))
Rojer looked down at the picture. "I... I just haven't," he said softly. "I should."
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Chris wondered if there was more to it, but nodded. "Yeah, I think it'd look nice in the hall or livingroom."
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Rojer nodded, taking the picture. "I'll go put it on the table so I don't forget."
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"Good. Then we can maybe have a garage sale." he half-joked.Β
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"A garage sale?" Rojer repeated. "Who would want to buy my garage? And why would I want to sell it?"
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Chris didn't know why he always had to stop and think when this happened, taken aback by the questioning of common phrases- at least he thought so. He smiled, thinking if how to explain. He didn't mind, anyway, it was kind of funny, how it was like Rojer was pointing out the odd flaws in Chris's main language. "No, it's just what we call it because that's usually where you have it. Or a yard sale, might be more correct. Basically...you sell your old things you don't want or need anymore rather than throw them away. In decent condition, of course."
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"Ah." Rojer looked around the room. "We might do that," he said doubtfully.Β
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Chris nodded. "It's okay if not, it's just a thought. We could always do that later."
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Rojer nodded, looking a little relieved.
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Chris chuckled. "So just put me down there, I'll start small, okay?"
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"You are already small," Rojer answered, setting his friend on the floor.
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Chris shook his head. "I mean...small mess wise. I'm gonna help pick up the tiny stuff."
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"I know," Rojer said with a smile to let Chris know he was teasing.
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Chris blinked then laughed. "Okay, you had be for a minute..."
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"Gotcha," Rojer said with a smirk, nudging Chris's shoulder with his knuckle.
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Chris stuck out his tongue, grinning once more. "Yes, yes...I guess you might have."
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