The writings below are my various role-playing samples.
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xxxxA deep breath, his chest rising, then a slow release of breath as he expelled the fresh air from his full lungs. Wait a few seconds, then repeat. With the sun on his back as he lay upon the roof of his room, Erebos felt like nothing could ruin his day, that is unless clouds, or worse, decided to block the sun. With a soft sigh, Erebos straightened up from where he'd been bent over and wiped his forearm across his forehead, a gentle smile on his face, wiping dirt-encrusted hands on the gardening apron tied dually around his waist and neck. It didn't bother him that the dirt seemed to always find it's way under his fingernails, if anything, it made the happy Atmosphere a lot more at home here in his little garden on the roof of his home.
xxxxAnother deep breath, his chest rising as the fresh air filled his lungs, then the slow release of breath as he expelled the air from his body. Patting his apron-covered thighs, Erebos looked at the fresh mounds of dirt in which he had buried tulip bulbs not too long ago. Gardening was his guilty pleasure, his second obsession-his first being an odd obsession with owls. He loved working under the sun in which he was a physical manifestation of. He didn't know why; maybe it empowered him in some way or another, but he always felt...rejuvenated whenever he worked under the giant ball of gas that filled this planet with warmth and light. How could anyone want to hate or block out the sun? Shaking his head, Erebos looked down at his newest dirt-filled flower pots lining the edges of his roof. Soon, the male planned on going to the elders and ask them if he could build walls on the roof and actually make a garden-type roof.
xxxxPots will suffice however, Erebos thought, a light smile on his face as he stood. Taking off the dirt-smudged apron, the Sunlit atmosphere hung it on the hook glued to the wall by the door, waving at the still plants before entering the dark interior of his bedroom. Sliding the bookshelf back into place over the door, Erebos changed from his dirt-stained clothing and into black jeans, a white sleeveless turtleneck sweater, the outfit completed by simple white socks, as Erebos never really wore shoes, just socks. It worked just as well as shoes, the atmosphere figured, so why not? Smiling softly, Erebos wiggled and curled his toes into the flooring of his bedroom before emerging, arms folded across his back as he headed down the hall to the outside, if only to take the long route outside the buildings and the halls to soak up some more rays of the sun. It made him happy, and in times like this, it didn't bode well for the others when the Sun wasn't a happy camper.
xxxxErebos still reeled from the fact that someone had stolen such a precious item from the Constellations, nay, all three of the kingdoms. Did someone deliberately want to cause chaos, knowing that such a theft would plung all three kingdoms on the brink of war, even if they actually didn't act on their threats and such? Shaking his head, Erebos' smile slowly slid from his face the more he thought about the theft. Like many of the others, he had yet to see the crime scene, though the otherwise happy-go-lucky male normally left it to the others to solve any problems, but with the deadline fast approaching and time slowly being eaten away, Erebos felt he had to do something instead of sitting on his roof, tending to his garden. Surely those who saw him every day were asking questions about where he'd gone since the interrogation when it happened.
xxxxTouching his fingers to his chin, Erebos frowned softly once more before shrugging, his frown melding once more into a smile, folding his arms once more behind his back as he strode along. He didn't have a set destination, per se, just merely wandering. As he walked, he marveled at how bright and happy the day was, even with all the stress the others seemed to be under. Surely the thief couldn't have been that good, right? Fingerprints, hair follicles, shoe-prints...it could all be there in that room, and easily able to define who the thief was. That is, of course, if they had even bothered to look for such things. Erebos figured that the mistake they had done at the moment was mistakenly thought that one of the Clouds, Atmosphere's or Constellations were the thief. With the shoe prints, it was obvious that the Constellations didn't do it; they were too light on their feet and plus, why would a Constellation steal their Kingdoms' precious treasure? There was no reason of course, unless one of them were not as they seemed to be.
xxxxShrugging, Erebos found the thought immediately when voice reached his ear. So entrapped in his thoughts, the male hadn't even bothered to look down and see the water left by a certain other atmosphere, or realize that the otherwise quiet sound of discussing voices had been growing steadily louder and louder. It was only when the Sunlit Atmosphere had rounded the corner had he realized just how far he had blindly traveled while he walked. He did it often, really. The male would be so enveloped within his thoughts that he would zone out, of sorts, and his feet would just take a mind of their own. This trait had gotten the Sunlit Atmosphere into more trouble than he cared to voice out loud. Touching a hand to his abnormally heated skin on his elbows, the white-haired male tilted his head as he listened to the group, his golden eyes slowly picking out the individuals in the group.
xxxxThe easiest to spot would have to be Rigel, the other male that shared Erebos' trait of white hair. What with the lollipop and the white hair, the Constellation stuck out like a sore thumb. Then there was Alysa, then Asetael, another female who he kept forgetting the name of, and then...Erebos felt his heart stutter slightly, his otherwise calm demeanor fading momentarily before he composed himself. And then there was Aurelius, the third Atmosphere. Erebos...had a slight sweet spot for Aurelius, and he didn't understand why. Wasn't it taboo for a man to have a slight abnormal liking for another man, especially since they were both of the Atmosphere's? Erebos found himself frowning, fingers tapping on the feverishly heated skin of his elbows (such heat radiating from his skin being normal). Well, maybe it wasn't taboo, but he barely talked to Aurelius, or if he did, he stumbled over his words, and not because he was nervous around the other Atmosphere. No, that wasn't the case. Erebos didn't get nervous; he was just...very bad at talking sometimes, especially in a large crowd. Still, Erebos couldn't help the little flood of warmth that filled his form at the sight of the other man, his body giving an involuntary shiver as a result.
xxxxOnce again, Erebos was broken out of his thoughts, raising a returning hand in greeting to Asetael when he had spotted him. Not approaching the group, however, Erebos glanced at Aurelius before looking down at his socked feet. With a soft sigh, Erebos turned from the group and instead continued on down the hallway. Erebos didn't talk well in front of one person; get him trying to talk in a group, and he found himself feeling as if someone had glued his vocal cords shut.
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xxxxEven if there was constant daylight one half of the "year" and constant night time the other half, the marshlands that housed the Yoku tribe was pretty dark anyway. It became darker once the world rotated, and, so far, it was Avery's favorite time of the year. He loved darkness anyway, as it was cold, and welcoming; it was the heat he hated...so oppressing and angry. Even before his parents had been murdered, Avery had been one for darkness, for the cold....after his family's murder and after waking up on this planet, that love for cold, darkness and solitude only increased.
xxxxAvery frowned gently as he stared out over the marshlands that surrounded the fortress. He remembered when he had fought the last owner for leadership; he had seen the other leader had been bringing the place down, refusing to work peace with the other tribes if a battle broke out. Despite the fact he had a lame leg and used a cane to walk around, he'd won the battle. Avery shook the thoughts from his head and turned from the scene of the marsh to walk back into the home shared by many, but currently ruled by him. Where he was, the only sound that was made was the clacking of his cane hitting the floor.
xxxxSure, he missed Earth: the hot water, lights, plants not trying to kill you, technology in general...but he'd lived in this Fates-forsaken place for...what, a year now? One got learned to take what was graciously given in this place. If you stepped outside, you could die of many things. Avery saw this world as a prime example of the term, 'survival of the fittest.' Sure, his fighting skills sucked and he had a lame leg so now he can't even run as fast as he used to, but he could get out of sticky situations. As if in thought, Avery touched the spot on his thigh that the bullet had ripped through, a frown on his ever-scowling face. He knew it was kind of stereo typical to have a leader who used a cane to get around, but at this point, he couldn't do anything about it. Maybe if he'd gone to the hospital to repair his leg instead of one of his most frequent buyers (who, incidentally was a nurse), maybe he wouldn't have a lame leg at all. Rather, he wouldn't be using a cane to get around. That's not to say, however, he can't walk without it, he can, it's just very...painful.
xxxxAnd despite what he said, Avery couldn't do pain, just like he can't do fighting unless he really had to. Shaking his head, Avery stopped where he was walking, the frown deepening slightly. His current condition, however, wasn't of any importance. After all, he was healthy, with slight pains here and there from his leg, so what was there to worry about, besides worrying about possible mutiny, which Avery didn't see happening for quite a while. No, the thing he had to worry about now was this 'Landsmeet' that was called between his tribe, and the other two. Avery had been the one to propose it, actually. He couldn't stand fighting, and if the three tribes worked together, what with the Kogata's healers and survivalists, Yoku's fishers and whatever the Fukushu tribe were, they could achieve more than what they would alone. However, he knew that, despite the peace treaty, it wouldn't stop the constant border conflicts. Whether it was Yoku trying to expand or the other tribes wanting to expand...Avery always hated being in the middle of things. Given the Yoku tribes territorial location, the border conflicts only made that feeling worse.
xxxxAvery sighed softly and continued walking again, his frown disappearing to his face showed no emotion, stoic, if you will. Granted, the man was tired, but he needed to get to the meeting. Not right now, of course, but when the time came for him to leave, he had to go. Maybe the other two 'tribes' would choose to listen to him when he proposed the idea of a sort of...peace treaty? If one thought about it, it was kind of contradictory, what with Avery being the one to propose a peace treaty. After all, Avery had known in the past that the Yoku tribe would go on raids, which lead to, once again, border conflicts, given as how the marsh...she wasn't so giving as the desert or the mountainous area.
xxxxAvery was yanked out of his thoughts by someone running up to him, notifying him that one of his 'buyers' was asking for more. Avery shook his head in the negative and turned to face the man. "No. Tell him he's cut off for the next week. He's been coming to me almost every day now and our stores are low enough as it is. I do not have that kind of production speed to fuel heavy addicts like him. A few weeks sober should calm him down," Avery stated, nodding at the man and watching him run off to go tell the addict. Yes, Avery still sold drugs, but only to those who were willing to wait a week or so before they could get their next craving satisfied. Too many customers, not enough produce, it seemed. Avery sighed softly and pushed his glasses farther up his nose, once more finding himself staring out over the wet land that was the marshes that made up their territory. This world...it held a lot of potential. Too bad most of the people here were criminals, but even criminal's could turn around and do good, yes?
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xxxx“The air about ye be different, that’s all,” Sethuha muttered, popping the orange in his mouth and swallowing it whole when he finished peeling it. Licking the juices off of his fingers and from underneath his nails, Sethuha looked at the other and growled softly. “Do not be nice to this one if someone asks you to. This one doesn’t want you making this one think ye like me when ye despise me,” Sethuha said, once again momentarily forgetting to check his language and how he speaks. Swallowing the juices from the orange when he had squeezed it before swallowing it, Sethuha looked away, a small frown on his face. “But this one isn’t a free person. He wears a collar and has to be led around on a leash. Therefore you and Robin are my masters and I will continue calling you as such until I am free or I manage to make my escape from this…house,” Sethuha stated before growing silent.
Yes, Sethuha still planned on escaping from this accursed home, despite his grateful feeling towards Robin. However, he couldn’t help but hate the two, mainly because they would keep him instead of setting him free. After all, they had said that he was equal to them. Well, if he was equal, why did he have to wear a collar? Why was he treated like a pet in the town? Sethuha…was a proud individual, and he refused to be treated like some animal when he was so clearly not. Sethuha would linger on that thought later, he figured as he watched Rubix eat the berries in his hand or whatever he was holding them in. At the mention of red liquid, Sethuha’s eyes homed in on the glass that the other held. Nostrils flaring out when the smell of blood wafted over to him, Sethuha looked away from him, his hand covering his nose to block out the sound. “You do not know what I like, Master Rubix. My kind…likes many things, and I am the last of my kind, so you do not know what I like, what my kind’s diet is.”
Sethuha shook his head at the other’s question and dropped his hand from his nose. “No, he didn’t. I had asked him to show me to the privy and the bath; I was tired of being...soiled, as I’m sure you understand,” He stated, turning his eyes to look at Rubix in a way that was unlike a person who was sold to be a slave or a pet. Shaking his head, Sethuha opened his mouth to say something, only to frown and shut his mouth. He understood the other was being civil and maybe it was because Sethuha was allowing himself to get angry over the fact that he was owned by two people he could easily over power (possibly), but he found himself already at an impasse. He had to choose to either stay silent, or speak his mind and wind up being…tortured? Beaten? It was unsure to Sethuha. He didn’t peg Rubix and Robin to really hurt him if he disobeyed him, but he knew that Rubix could tell he was untamed and untamable even if he didn’t see the sign like Robin had back in the shop.
Still, Sethuha found himself following Rubix without a sound, the tip of his tail swaying with the slight anger that he felt inside of his heart. Looking at his room, Sethuha slithered into it and poked at the bed with his tail, frowning when he found it too weak to hold his form. Turning around, Sethuha looked at Rubix, an eyebrow rising. “Thisssss one shall not bother ye for naught of anything if he can help it, Master Rubix. If he…if I get lost, then it is my own fault. My well-being is none of your concern, but I thank ye for the warning,” Sethuha said in an even tone before looking down at himself then looking up at Rubix, rearing up so he was once again taller than the male. “If I wish to change into my human form, then I shall and that shall be the end of it, Master Rubix. And no, there isn’t. I bid you farewell and shall ask you or Master Robin if I need anything, though this one doubts it greatly,” Sethuha stated before turning around to stare down at the bed. Ripping off the covers and sheets and the pillows, Sethuha turned the bed onto its side so that the underside was pressed against the wall and the mattress was facing outwards. Pushing the end table so it was next to the door, Sethuha moved the mattress so it was against the other wall and piled the sheets in the little corner made by the skeleton of the bed and the mattress.
Once he tried the little make-shift nest, Sethuha hissed softly, his forked tongue darting out when he didn’t find it to his liking. Leaving the room, Sethuha inspected the other rooms that was obviously not taken and stole the sheets and blankets out of two others before going back into his room with his purchase. It was only when he had a large pile of blankets and pillows that he slithered his large form into it and shifted around so it was a little crater in a mountain of pillows and blankets and sheets. ‘Lying’ down in his little sleeping nest, Sethuha closed his eyes before curiosity grabbed a hold of him.
Before he could really think out his plan, Sethuha found himself looking out into the hallway to see if Rubix was around before slithering into the older demon-elf’s bedroom to snoop around. He wanted to know more about Rubix, and it was clear that the other wasn’t going to willingly tell him about himself. So…Sethuha picked up a leather-bound book from a dresser and flicked through it, growling when he didn’t understand the language. Putting it back down, Sethuha pulled out one of the dresser drawers and flicked through the clothing that resided inside. It was nothing but underwear and socks. Shaking his head, Sethuha growled as he proceeded to rifle around through Rubix’ belongings, a small cluster of sparkling unknown, to Sethuha, objects that had caught his attention. Jewelry, of course: chains that looked like one would wear around his or her waist, though it was mostly earrings. He held his prized treasures in the palm of his hand as curiosity over ran his sense of not touching what was not his. When he found the small drawer of headbands, Sethuha took one out that had a lovely design on the front before setting it back in and closing the drawer.
Making sure everything was back in its place in Rubix’ chambers, Sethuha left the male’s room then went back to his room and closed the door, satisfied with the few prized treasure’s he had found in the other’s room. After he admired the glittering treasures of his, Sethuha tucked them away into one of the many numerous folds of his sleeping nest before slipping out of his room to explore the rest of the house. He didn’t get far before he found himself back into the kitchen, sniffing at the things in the device that Rubix had called a ‘refrigerator.’ The blood caught most of his attention, but he headed Rubix’ warning right now, sure that the blood was for the other and his brother more so than their ‘pet.’ Sethuha scowled at the term. He wasn’t a pet, and he sure as hell wasn’t their property. A hand went to the collar at his throat before he tore it off and left it on the counter. Growling softly, Sethuha rubbed at his neck before escaping back up to his room to nuzzle the area where his treasures were and to possibly stay in his little half-circle sleeping nest.
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