Writing Contact

[Lady Asphyxia]

[FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]So, for those of you who have been around a while, you may remember my failed attempt at starting an RPG, way back when. This idea runs on a similar concept, however, it requires less commitment, less planning, and the ability to drive-by post. Which, frankly, is all I'm looking for [strike]in a man[/strike] in a game at the moment. :p

Basically, the idea is this;
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[*][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2] Each person posts their story.
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[*][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]The length does not matter.
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[*][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]You post, you write your character's scene. They speak, they think, whatever. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[*][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2][B]They must somehow interact with someone[/B].
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[*][FONT=Arial][SIZE=2]The next writer to come along will pick up that other 'someone' and write their story. If there's more than one person there, feel free to choose which new character to develop.
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It's just an easy game to play to have some fun writing, some character development and to see where it leads us, without the pressure of a lot of commitment that a full length story would bring.

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The hot, stifling day was getting to Elizabeth. Her clothes were sticking to her, beads of swear slowly made trails along her skin, and her hair was plastered to her face. She hated this weather, hated the humidity and the stillness. She was the type to much rather go to Alaska in winter than to willingly choose to go to the beach -- at any time of the year that '15 and above' was the general temperature. Still, at least the beach had [I]water[/I].

It would have been better than here. There was no wind in the building, and sitting in the classroom, listening to the 'mediator' speak, she wondered why they didn't just [I]cancel[/I] 'sessions' when the air-conditioner broke. It wasn't as if this was the mild-climes of New Zealand. This was Australia, it was the middle of [I]no where[/I] and it was [B]hot. [/B]Why in god's name were they making them do a 'retreat' to this place when she was perfectly happy 'retreating' to a good movie, somewhere near the bottom of Victoria, where it was a decent temperature? She sighed, shifted uncomfortably in her seat and tried not to look like she didn't care about 'how to maximise team cohesion'. She wasn't the only one. Two rows in front of her, a couple of women who had been so eager when the talk first started were now giggling and trying not to be obnoxious about it. The man to their left was shooting peeved glances their way, giving them angry huffs and loud sighs. She grinned at his subtlety.

The mediator droned on, his passion for the subject obviously lacking now that his audience was losing attention and he was gaining body heat. The stickiness and sweat was horrid, and the lack of wind, the lack of [I]movement[/I] of their air was the slicing on the cake. Elizabeth sighed and leaned back in her seat. Another few minutes and she could go back to the hotel room, blast the airconditioning and have a lukewarm shower and a glass of ice-cold water. She smiled. It sounded like heaven.
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