Welcome to The Closet Cult!

[Varoona]

[we'll start with relationships.]

the young woman smiled. It was a lovely day for a picknick and she was hurredly detting it up before her husband arived. the spread was rather standard but then again it was just a day outing and there was no need to be fancy. In the basket there were Cold Cuts, Mayo of course, Salt, Pepper, 4 types of cheeses and bread, Letuce, and of course the sweets for dessert. Laying back on the cool grass she drank up the sun as she awaited the arival of her husband.

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[we'll do back round next]

from across the table the man asked the woman across form him. "so tell me about yourself. I want to know everything about you. Where you work. How old you are. do you have kids? if so how many and what are their names? and most importantly the reason that you're sitting here and talking to me.

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[fighting.]

In a blur the man was on top of him punches came from all directions. First an upper cut, next a right hook, and finally a jab to the gut. Flying backwards he drew a weapon and charged again intending to drive it straight into the man's
heart.

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[and finally I want you to start an RP and be as descriptive as you can with your character/ caracters take your time.]

[Curst Saden]

[All right, here goes nothing!]

Relationships:

John sighed as his chevy rolled down the road. Damn......Thursday.... our free day.....no, it can't wait.... He realized he had parked the car unchonsiously (spelling?) in the parkinglot as his thoughts sunk in. Slowly, dilebretly delaying the inevitable, he turned the car off and got out. I have to tell her..... He walked, each step giving him pain, along the path through the park. There she was, beautiful, caring, perfect in every way. And yet, he had been living a lie, rolling the dice for seven years and finally losing. Carefully he approached her, nearly cracking from her loving look. The picnic all layed out, so neat and perfect like she always made it. "Margret," he said "Sweetie...." he said softly," taking her hand. "I-I don't know how to tell you this......I have found another, and I must go to her." As tears streamed down his face he turned away, as if expecting the wrath of God himself to strike.

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Background:

Georgette stared blankly at the man that asked her for her current life-story. "Well, if you insist." she said with an aristocratic attitude that echoed across the room. "My name is Georgette Clemmington, and I live on the other side of Seattle opposite of where we are. My occupation is art, the paint and brush are my life and aside from Agustus my one true love. Agustus is my darling husband, by the way. He's a lazy bum, but he's such a hunk! But I'm getting off topic. My age, good sir, is none of your buisness, but suffice it to say my life has been long and rough. You raise five children on the occasional pay of a sold painting and tell me life is easy. Bob is the eldest, the damned party animal I'm this close to booting him to his cousin's house. Sally is his younger sister, at 15 she is the valevictorian (spelling?) of her Freshman class. Hugo and Wallace, twin five yearolds always compeating wherever they go. And as for the fifth...." she sat back and pulled her psudo-fur coat aside, revealing a belly with child. "Darling Cassandra is on the way! So exciting, don't you think? And the reason why I'm talking to you.....I wouldn't be if you hadn't asked me in the first place......"

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Fights:

Clide took the blows with pain and humiliation, but with pride. The defense of his daughter was worth every strike he sustained and nothing could change that. As the man attempted to pierce his heart with the daggar he barely regained awareness in time and gripped the enemy's arm, slowly pushing it back, arm shaking against the other. Then with bloody hands he slugged the man right in the stomach, and as he staggared tripped him with his foot. Then he siezed the man by the leg and screamed as he swung him 180 degrees in a half-circle, sending him flying into a pile of barrals nearby.

Clide then collapsed and wiped the blood from his face, and turned to look for his daughter.

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And the RP:

Trisha skipped down the road, glee and the joys of summer sheilding her like a blanket from cold. The seven-year old's green dress flowed as she skipped, to the beat of a folk-song she did not know all the words to. Her big green bow in her hair flowed with the wind, her long black hair swishing like a brook.

Though she was skipping with joy and happiness, she knew she was in for it. She had stolen a statue from the village shrine. The marble icon was so shiny she couldn't resist slipping it into her pocket. When she realized she had done something wrong she tried to return it, but the preist had already discovred that it was missing and in great rage went charging outside the shrine, screaming something about a curse on the village. As she saw it, Trisha had no choice but to go home and act as if nothing happened. Surely her mother had not heard of the incident........

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Ok, how's that?

[Varoona]

you relationship interaction could use some work. as well as your fighting. I liked the start of your RP and the backroud though. However there is one more thing now that I look at it that I would like you to do. I want to see a sadidstic side of you


[torture this character]

The meek little slave layed at her master's feet. She knew she was in troble for she had not followed his orders like he had asked. And now awaited her punishment.

[Curst Saden]

I can't torture her like that! You're crazy! If she were a spy with information or something like that maybe I'd get sadistic on her, but, Ehehehehehaaaaaaa *cries*

[Varoona]

just do it already. I'm still waiting

[Curst Saden]

We've banned torture-testing, remember? Pass or Fail me based on what I've done WITHOUT the crappy torture.

[Varoona]

NO we banned torture from this point on. YOu still have to do it though

[Curst Saden]

Says you! I refuse to do that! Pass or Fail me already!

[MasterofBalance]

curst you know me well enough to know that i oppose this sadistic stuff, but even i did a section dedicated to it. It's not that bad really. Just do it.

[Curst Saden]

You did the worst torture RP and you're AGAINST it?

Stay out of this! Now what say you Varoona?

[Yellabelly]

Varoona, just give him another topic and move on with!

[Varoona]

FIne curst your final grade is a D+

[MasterofBalance]

question: is that a pass or a fail?

[Varoona]

that is a FAIL

[Curst Saden]

All right, all right, I need some practice. We'll try again later............