Hair: Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a simple milkmaid braid, twisting atop her head, so as to keep out of her eyes. They stream down in a dark mass, to curl at the tip, allowing for dramatic...
Hello! I'm looking for a very descriptive writer, to participate with me in a new roleplay. I have a few ideas, of which base along the lines of romance, adventure, and action.
Let me know by responding here or sending me a PM.
I use my own sign up model, if this is alright.
Name:
Monday Traylor
Age:
19
Occupation:
Clerk at Shoe Store (Heel & Toe)
Appearance:
Hair:
Her flyaway dark locks are known for their softness; the harvest brown ringlets, when left down, fall to her ribcage, usually left into a...
Okay. I can't believe that I haven't heard this song before, but has anyone heard "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey. You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet"
I'm fine with that. No use in keeping the spot closed if there won't be any posts from the character.
I really only post if three people post above me, to keep it moving :)
Monday gasped in mock surprise at Joe. “Radke, how dare you put down the most didactic singers of the late 1980s to early 1990s?!” she laughed, leaning back on the couch. “But yes, I will agree, to an extent. I believe it is time for the band to retire, and give forth their glorious spot to a...
Monday rolled her eyes with a slight grin, biting her well-educated tongue from shooting something sharp back at the profanity-speaking man, who happened to be a friend of hers. “Well, there is no sense in worrying about it too much…” She sighed, hesitating to contradict her cynic nature.
The...
Okay, well I'll be on online for a while tonight (For the next 5-6 hours or more), so hopefully when you two get back we can all post. At what time is prime time for when everyone is online?
7:54 AM
The mid-morning light shove through the window, into the cream-colored room, housing a sleepy Monday. Surprisingly, the young adult still enjoyed sleeping in, and ignoring her schedule. Her head, brown locks spread around evenly, laid atop a white pillow, while her back, stretched out...