Post by Ella on Feb 14, 2011 16:47:23 GMT -5
Q: Ella, I get this is an RP, but what exactly am I supposed to be doing?
A: A plot is being formulated by both Bela and Ella; there will be a site-wide vote to see which plot is more widely preferred.
Q: Once the plot starts, what exactly is going to be happening?
A: According to whichever plot is chosen, characters will be made to fit in with the era/world/whatever else is specified.
Q: I mean, like posting wise?
A: Good question! Well, there is a new system of thread tagging; each of the lands/worlds/etc. will have a board, and there will be tagged threads; ex. I Need You Now {Kat}.
Q: Seriously, Ella, what about post LENGTH?
A: There is a minimum of 150 words.
Q: WHAT THE HELL ELLA!?! I CAN’T WRITE THAT MUCH!
A: You can, and you KNOW it. We are all at LEAST intermediate writers, and should be able to manage this easily.
Q: Ok, so what am I supposed to write about?
A: Focus on the details; everything could be useful to the person you’re posting with. I find that it’s easy to focus on one thing to start a thread, like a garment or hangnail, and then slowly explain the rest of the surroundings as the post goes on.
Q: You said that this should be easily manageable. Then try it.
A:
It was colder than it should be. The autumn air bit at her skin like knives, each swath of exposed skin getting hit with a cold that was so piercing, it was almost painful; it was only mid-September, and yet the wind blew, with the fierceness, the bitterness of January. The sky was a gray that was slightly metallic, one that was not quite natural, and it worried her beyond what it should; after all, it was only a cold day, right? Still, Elise was worried about what would happen if that cloud-shrouded sky were to dump its load – what would happen if it were to snow, especially at this time of day?
The noon sun was blocked by the clouds, only a faint shimmer of light piercing through the cover, providing next to no warmth to the huddled figure and her companions. Elise was probably the worse prepared of all of them – beneath her tightly wrapped coat, there was only a tee shirt and shorts. Flashes of the crimson top were exposed when the girl’s hold on the coat was loosened by the wind; even though her hands were wrapped around her hips, she could not hold on to the wildly flapping cloth.
Teeth chattering, Elise turned to her friends, forcing words through her numb lips. “We should go inside.” She muttered, each syllable falling out of her mouth like a ton of lead; she knew, though, that they couldn’t go inside – where would they go? A sigh managed to escape from Elise’s lips, and she blinked listlessly as she waited for a response – there was no harm in suggesting, though.
Just when she thought it could get no worse, a small snowflake tumbled from the silver canvas above them, drifting down and landing stubbornly on Elise’s eyelash. That was only the beginning of the twirling flakes, though – it would not be long before they stood knee deep in snow.
Q: So, how long was that?
A: 321 words, thank you very much.
Q: Time?
A: Less than half an hour. If I, a twelve year old seventh grade can do it, then all you high schoolers should be able to.
More will be added as questions about the new site are asked.
A: A plot is being formulated by both Bela and Ella; there will be a site-wide vote to see which plot is more widely preferred.
Q: Once the plot starts, what exactly is going to be happening?
A: According to whichever plot is chosen, characters will be made to fit in with the era/world/whatever else is specified.
Q: I mean, like posting wise?
A: Good question! Well, there is a new system of thread tagging; each of the lands/worlds/etc. will have a board, and there will be tagged threads; ex. I Need You Now {Kat}.
Q: Seriously, Ella, what about post LENGTH?
A: There is a minimum of 150 words.
Q: WHAT THE HELL ELLA!?! I CAN’T WRITE THAT MUCH!
A: You can, and you KNOW it. We are all at LEAST intermediate writers, and should be able to manage this easily.
Q: Ok, so what am I supposed to write about?
A: Focus on the details; everything could be useful to the person you’re posting with. I find that it’s easy to focus on one thing to start a thread, like a garment or hangnail, and then slowly explain the rest of the surroundings as the post goes on.
Q: You said that this should be easily manageable. Then try it.
A:
It was colder than it should be. The autumn air bit at her skin like knives, each swath of exposed skin getting hit with a cold that was so piercing, it was almost painful; it was only mid-September, and yet the wind blew, with the fierceness, the bitterness of January. The sky was a gray that was slightly metallic, one that was not quite natural, and it worried her beyond what it should; after all, it was only a cold day, right? Still, Elise was worried about what would happen if that cloud-shrouded sky were to dump its load – what would happen if it were to snow, especially at this time of day?
The noon sun was blocked by the clouds, only a faint shimmer of light piercing through the cover, providing next to no warmth to the huddled figure and her companions. Elise was probably the worse prepared of all of them – beneath her tightly wrapped coat, there was only a tee shirt and shorts. Flashes of the crimson top were exposed when the girl’s hold on the coat was loosened by the wind; even though her hands were wrapped around her hips, she could not hold on to the wildly flapping cloth.
Teeth chattering, Elise turned to her friends, forcing words through her numb lips. “We should go inside.” She muttered, each syllable falling out of her mouth like a ton of lead; she knew, though, that they couldn’t go inside – where would they go? A sigh managed to escape from Elise’s lips, and she blinked listlessly as she waited for a response – there was no harm in suggesting, though.
Just when she thought it could get no worse, a small snowflake tumbled from the silver canvas above them, drifting down and landing stubbornly on Elise’s eyelash. That was only the beginning of the twirling flakes, though – it would not be long before they stood knee deep in snow.
Q: So, how long was that?
A: 321 words, thank you very much.
Q: Time?
A: Less than half an hour. If I, a twelve year old seventh grade can do it, then all you high schoolers should be able to.
More will be added as questions about the new site are asked.
