These posts CAN be used as starters however they are here as 'place holder' posts. They are used to demonstrate how detailed and long RP posts can be with me. Generally, I prefer to have detailed, long term RP without the use of text talk. I do appreciate detail however I will not be strict on post length, THOUGH I DO EXPECT MORE THAN TWO LINES!!
Hopefully these posts are a good enough example as to the skills I possess when it comes to RP.
Hopefully these posts are a good enough example as to the skills I possess when it comes to RP.
Post one - "Inside his home"
.: The male heaves a yawn as he pushes into the hall of his home, coming in out of the rain :.
…Geesh, it never seems to let up…
.: He muttered softly to himself as he closed the umbrella he had been using, shaking it out under the protection of the roof which covered the porch at the entrance before slipping it into the umbrella bin by the door. He then tugged on his suit coat, unbuttoning it and slipping it from his frame, hooking it up carefully onto the coat hook which was attached to the wall by the umbrella stand. His right arm raised, his right hand coming to his bangs which had been displaced by the slight wind that was present with the downpour outside. His fingers pushed into the front of his bangs and scruffed them to their natural position giving the normal formally messy look he always had. He then lowered his hand slightly and pushed his square framed glasses up his nose before allowing his hand to lower again, tugging on his black neck tie which he pulled from its knot, releasing his neck from the noose he wore to work. He then sighed and folded the tie, slipping it into his suit coat’s pocket before unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt, exposing the upper section of his chest a little more. He then let his hands wilt to his side and made his way to the kitchen, deciding he would make a pot of tea for himself. He passed through into the room and then dug around for the tea set, tea leaves and tea strainer he had in his home :.
…Now… Where have I put th-… Ah ha! Gotcha!
.: He spoke to himself, a look of glee coming to his face when he found his hand made tea set. He set the teapot up on the counter top, the fine bone china shining in the kitchen’s dim light, the pure white reflecting the light whereas the black, hand painted feather on the side repelled the light making it seem all the more darker. He then placed a single white tea cup up onto a white saucer which was also on the counter top, the set matching perfectly. Andrew took pride in his tea set, having hand crafted and painted each and every piece of it himself which meant it had sentimental value since it was the one thing he carried everywhere with him since as long as he could remember! He smiled, setting a teaspoon carefully onto the saucer by the cup and then grabbed the jar labelled “Peppermint and Chocolate”, one of his personal favourite blends. He made all his tea himself, creating weird and wonderful flavours however, this was the one tea he always had on him. The entire room would be suddenly filled with the minty scent which erupted from the jar when Andrew opened it and as he scooped two spoons into the teapot, he spoke softly :.
…One for the person and one for the pot, the way it should be…
.: He smiled, setting the jar back into the cupboard before pulling out a gas burner, setting it out so that it was steady and then lighting it, the flame hissing slightly as he turned it to the full power. He then went to get a pint glass and filled it with water from the sink. :.
…Warm water will have to do…
.: He didn’t really like using the warm tap water however, for ease, it made boiling quicker. He tipped two glasses worth into the teapot and then set it atop the burner. He cleaned his surfaces as he waited for the water to reach a boil and then turned down the heat to a low flame, allowing the tea to brew which meant that the tea leaves would open within the liquid and release the strong flavours that they held. He smiled, watching the plume of mint chocolate scented steam escape the spout of the teapot and after around three minutes, he moved to the pot, turning off the burner before placing the cup on the saucer, the pot, the teaspoon and the tea strainer onto a silver tray. He then set the burner aside to allow it to cool before taking a hold of each side of the tray, carrying it from the kitchen to the small table he had down the right side of his arm chair in the main area of his home, preferring to sit on his arm chair by the fire than in any other room of the house. He set the tray down and then lifted the strainer, making sure to hold it OVER the cup WITHOUT touching the lip of the cup itself. He then lifted the pot with his right hand and poured himself a cup of tea, making sure not to spill a single drop. Once the cup was filled, he set the pot back onto the tray and tipped the escaped leaves back into the pot before then setting the strainer down on the tray. Andrew then slunk himself into his chair, sitting elegantly as ever with his legs crossed, right over left, reaching down the left of his chair to get his work notes and sketch book from his bag, taking the stationary out after. He flicked through his notes, pushing his glasses up his nose before taking a minute to read about the next section of plot for the manga he was currently illustrating for before finally putting the folder of notes onto the coffee table in front of him. He lifted his sketch book and flicked to the next blank page and began to draw, doing the main structural outline for drawing a male’s face in manga, smiling as he drew, his tea sitting cooling slightly in the cup next to him. :.
…Geesh, it never seems to let up…
.: He muttered softly to himself as he closed the umbrella he had been using, shaking it out under the protection of the roof which covered the porch at the entrance before slipping it into the umbrella bin by the door. He then tugged on his suit coat, unbuttoning it and slipping it from his frame, hooking it up carefully onto the coat hook which was attached to the wall by the umbrella stand. His right arm raised, his right hand coming to his bangs which had been displaced by the slight wind that was present with the downpour outside. His fingers pushed into the front of his bangs and scruffed them to their natural position giving the normal formally messy look he always had. He then lowered his hand slightly and pushed his square framed glasses up his nose before allowing his hand to lower again, tugging on his black neck tie which he pulled from its knot, releasing his neck from the noose he wore to work. He then sighed and folded the tie, slipping it into his suit coat’s pocket before unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt, exposing the upper section of his chest a little more. He then let his hands wilt to his side and made his way to the kitchen, deciding he would make a pot of tea for himself. He passed through into the room and then dug around for the tea set, tea leaves and tea strainer he had in his home :.
…Now… Where have I put th-… Ah ha! Gotcha!
.: He spoke to himself, a look of glee coming to his face when he found his hand made tea set. He set the teapot up on the counter top, the fine bone china shining in the kitchen’s dim light, the pure white reflecting the light whereas the black, hand painted feather on the side repelled the light making it seem all the more darker. He then placed a single white tea cup up onto a white saucer which was also on the counter top, the set matching perfectly. Andrew took pride in his tea set, having hand crafted and painted each and every piece of it himself which meant it had sentimental value since it was the one thing he carried everywhere with him since as long as he could remember! He smiled, setting a teaspoon carefully onto the saucer by the cup and then grabbed the jar labelled “Peppermint and Chocolate”, one of his personal favourite blends. He made all his tea himself, creating weird and wonderful flavours however, this was the one tea he always had on him. The entire room would be suddenly filled with the minty scent which erupted from the jar when Andrew opened it and as he scooped two spoons into the teapot, he spoke softly :.
…One for the person and one for the pot, the way it should be…
.: He smiled, setting the jar back into the cupboard before pulling out a gas burner, setting it out so that it was steady and then lighting it, the flame hissing slightly as he turned it to the full power. He then went to get a pint glass and filled it with water from the sink. :.
…Warm water will have to do…
.: He didn’t really like using the warm tap water however, for ease, it made boiling quicker. He tipped two glasses worth into the teapot and then set it atop the burner. He cleaned his surfaces as he waited for the water to reach a boil and then turned down the heat to a low flame, allowing the tea to brew which meant that the tea leaves would open within the liquid and release the strong flavours that they held. He smiled, watching the plume of mint chocolate scented steam escape the spout of the teapot and after around three minutes, he moved to the pot, turning off the burner before placing the cup on the saucer, the pot, the teaspoon and the tea strainer onto a silver tray. He then set the burner aside to allow it to cool before taking a hold of each side of the tray, carrying it from the kitchen to the small table he had down the right side of his arm chair in the main area of his home, preferring to sit on his arm chair by the fire than in any other room of the house. He set the tray down and then lifted the strainer, making sure to hold it OVER the cup WITHOUT touching the lip of the cup itself. He then lifted the pot with his right hand and poured himself a cup of tea, making sure not to spill a single drop. Once the cup was filled, he set the pot back onto the tray and tipped the escaped leaves back into the pot before then setting the strainer down on the tray. Andrew then slunk himself into his chair, sitting elegantly as ever with his legs crossed, right over left, reaching down the left of his chair to get his work notes and sketch book from his bag, taking the stationary out after. He flicked through his notes, pushing his glasses up his nose before taking a minute to read about the next section of plot for the manga he was currently illustrating for before finally putting the folder of notes onto the coffee table in front of him. He lifted his sketch book and flicked to the next blank page and began to draw, doing the main structural outline for drawing a male’s face in manga, smiling as he drew, his tea sitting cooling slightly in the cup next to him. :.