Post by telsk on Nov 2, 2010 0:11:19 GMT -5
OOC-Your name: Ben
How you found this site: Girlfriend told me of it.
Your characters name: Lance Jones
Characters Age: 22
Gender: male
Role play Sample:
A cold wind blows down the country road as a car pulls into view kicking up dust. It pulls into the driveway of a small farm surounded by apple trees. The car parks and the driver's door opens. A twenty something guy climbs out dressed in heavy flannel cloths. He takes a big whiff of the air.
"Ahh nothing like the smell of freshhome picked apples. I love comming out here this time of year."
A elderly man walks over to the car from the nearby barn.
"Well look who it is. Lance my boy your getting big. I still remember when your dad would bringing you here when your were only five years old. What brings you around these parts?"
Lance smiles and shakes the old man's hand.
"Hello Mr. Jones. I just missed the country air and thought I would come out here to pick some apples. I guess you can say I miss the old days."
The old man laughs.
"The old days huh? you calling me old? .... Ok I'm old. You should have called. Why don't you grab a basket and start picking. I'll come out in a bit with some cider and a snack. Don't forget to stop in and say hi to Lucy. She's going to be so excited to see you all grown up."
Lance nods and walks over to the barn where he picks up a basket and then walks over to the apple treas to start picking. He finds one of the tallest ones, sets the basket down, and climbs the tree. After searching te branches he begins to toss apples down into the basket.
How you found this site: Girlfriend told me of it.
Your characters name: Lance Jones
Characters Age: 22
Gender: male
Role play Sample:
A cold wind blows down the country road as a car pulls into view kicking up dust. It pulls into the driveway of a small farm surounded by apple trees. The car parks and the driver's door opens. A twenty something guy climbs out dressed in heavy flannel cloths. He takes a big whiff of the air.
"Ahh nothing like the smell of freshhome picked apples. I love comming out here this time of year."
A elderly man walks over to the car from the nearby barn.
"Well look who it is. Lance my boy your getting big. I still remember when your dad would bringing you here when your were only five years old. What brings you around these parts?"
Lance smiles and shakes the old man's hand.
"Hello Mr. Jones. I just missed the country air and thought I would come out here to pick some apples. I guess you can say I miss the old days."
The old man laughs.
"The old days huh? you calling me old? .... Ok I'm old. You should have called. Why don't you grab a basket and start picking. I'll come out in a bit with some cider and a snack. Don't forget to stop in and say hi to Lucy. She's going to be so excited to see you all grown up."
Lance nods and walks over to the barn where he picks up a basket and then walks over to the apple treas to start picking. He finds one of the tallest ones, sets the basket down, and climbs the tree. After searching te branches he begins to toss apples down into the basket.
