Thank you so much for the feedback Jayn. I'll be sure to incorporate some of this later on.
I don't wanna be rude or anything, but I feel my presence in this RP is on a list of very low to worthless. I seriously feel that my posts are just a waste of space and insignificant to the whole plot. I don't mind if my posts are bad or if people don't like my character overall, but if that's the case, then I could use some feedback please. I'm pretty tired of pleading people to interact with my character (sorry if I sound really irritated or like a brat. It's pretty stressful here)
Her morning was miserable. Very miserable. Right as Sasha woke up, she was subjected to many medical injections since her infection wasn't completely gone yet. That process left her whole left side numb for about a hour. Also police came in to question her since she did have stab wounds. She made a lie about falling onto a knife and ignoring the wound for a few days. To make matters worse, her family couldn't visit her. Actually more like contact her because they left a few days earlier, thus missing the calls from the police. What a start to a day. She sighed and laid back on the hospital bed, staring at her surroundings, having bad memories of her last visit to a hospital. At least the person who saved me could check up...not that I want them to...
OOC: Since I'm restrained to my phone for the rest of the week, I won't be able to make such great posts and confined to PHONEY posts. IC: Screams. Sounds of cars crashing. And beeping. A whole lot of it. Sasha's dreams were always strange in many cases. Usually, they revolved around bad events, but this one was more off scale. Sasha woke up in a hospital bed, extremely familiar with its surrounding. She remembered passing out and calling for help. She deeply regretted her decision. She probably hassled the person who rescued her. She sighed and looked out the window. It was already night. Well at least it's night... On that note, she fell to sleep
I'm assuming something happened while I was gone?
Apparently the schedule on my next trip is gonna be very strict on time so my free time will be extremely limited (meaning little to no posting)
No prob!
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Username: Prince_of_hearts Name: Sasha Rhye Age: 20 Gender: Female Class: Archer Appearance: http://i671.photobucket.com/albums/vv74/Anime_elf42/Anime/AnimeElf.jpg Likes: Fruits, socialization, dancing, music, eating, and landing that headshot Dislikes: Missing shots, arrogant people, traitors, celery, and snakes Personality: Extremely bright and cheerful girl. She's passionate to restore her home to the peaceful town it was before the war broke out between the 2 sides. Goal: To reform her home into the place where people had peace and happiness (also to find the best apple tree. So far, the apples sucked)
Gawd family vacations everywhere @_@
Location: Home {} Mood: Very Moody/Sick {} OOC: Welp. Running short on time. May or may not be my last post before I go off (btw, anyone can respond to the help message she sent out) Sasha munched on some fruit in the kitchen. She really couldn't sleep last night since she was having deep thoughts about today and the funeral. She knew she wasn't planning to go to the funeral nor the party afterwards, but it made her feel guilty somehow. She doesn't know why really. Is it because I failed to go to my own mother's and sister's funeral? That's not fair...I wasn't conscious...She shook her head and scrolled through the phone. Seeing how the schedule is today, there probably won't be practice today. She placed her phone on the table and pondered about the play. Anyways, about that... It seemed her role got smaller and smaller every time she went there. Usually when she went there, they called her as "hey you" or "backup no. 1," not by her name. Sure people forget names, but it feels as if they don't care what her name is. Even when her part comes, they cut her short since she isn't a "vital" part of the play anyways. It irritated her. She wanted to interact with the members and make some sort of memory once she leaves here, but how would she do that if the people won't even call her name at the least? Because life's not fair. Reality is a story where there is no happy ending. In the end, there will only be sadness and regret. She sighed and got to her feet. Maybe I'll just...relax today. I'm not in the mood for anything fun. On the way to her room, she felt a little dizzy and lightheaded, almost stumbling over. "Ugh...what the hell's going on?" Rubbing her head, she realized her head felt really hot. "Wh-what? A fever? No not just a fever..." She then realized what was causing it. She forgot to change her bandages on her side not to mention she kept fiddling with it before she washed her hands. She probably infected herself with it. If it's not treated, ti could get worse and kill her. Cursing at herself for her own stupidity, she looked around. She left her phone in the kitchen and she wasn't close enough to make a call. But then...her computer! She stumbled her way into the room and leaned against her desk for support, rapidly typing down names using a messaging system she managed to memorize, hoping they would respond. She didn't remember if it was one person or 10 people she sent it out to since her vision and her mind was getting blurred and sluggish. All she remembered was typing down two words and hitting the send button before collapsing onto the floor of her room and losing consciousness.
One of my favorite artists out there on Youtube. Not only is he extremely talented, but he's also very creative on how he creates his music (he does acapella mostly). My god his songs are so catchy.
OOC: Ugh Comp went pewf so I'm gonna make a quick post to end my day on my phone IC: Sasha eventually went back home. The three people she 'stalked' on somewhat irritated her. They had the decency to accept a random person waltzing in, but not for the random girl next tot hem? Well even if they did believe she was a stalker, but still! They should know better than that! People are idiots these days. Back home, Sasha sighed and dropped her stuff before making her way to her room. After the many complaints she would eventually help her guild mates through their daily grinds and raid fights. After all that was done, she laid on her bed and fell asleep, praying for a better tomorrow.
While Mya was searching through her bag for something to clean herself with, she noticed a girl following her. She was about to ask her if she came to mock her until she gave her a package of wipes followed by her comment. "You're proud, President. I admire how you care about your reputation. I know I don't know you that well, so forgive me if my comment seems over the line. But reputation aside, you are still a person. Elf or Human doesn't matter, you're a person. You're entitled to get angry." When the girl left, Mya sighed and pulled out one wipe and started to clean her shirt as best as she could. I-I'm more thankful than you think I am. I really am grateful of you caring for me, but I wish you didn't get involved in this. I don't want others to be a target when it's meant for me. Managing to get most of the sauce off her shirt, though it left a nasty red blotch on her shirt, she packed up the rest of the wipes and grabbed her bag, making her way to the Student Council room. She always carried a spare shirt in there. Making her way there, she wasn't still safe from the slurs from students. Especially some of them seriously mocking her. "Hey President! You're not important enough to be a target of an assassin! Not even a beggar would kill you for a million dollars!" "I know you're a girl and stuff and have your thing once a month, but please contain it! You're is just explosive." Laughter. Tasteless jokes. It meant nothing to her. She eventually made her way to the council room and exhaled heavily, leaning against the wall. Besides half of the school, the council members were also the only people that didn't mock her. She grabbed the spare shirt in there and changed her tops. She packed her stained clothes and made her way back to the lunch room, making sure that the next 'accident' won't be tolerated with her calm attitude.
Agreed Microsoft is being stubborn in my opinion. See, it's fine to make mistakes as long as you learn from them and fix them. The problem here is that Mic will not accept the fact that THEY made a mistake. Instead, they point the finger at US gamers, saying we are to blame for the mess they are in. So not only are they dumb for even THINKING of the ways they were gonna show the console, but they don't want to admit that they caused the mistakes. What person would want to look at ic with a good impression? NO ONE. I'm pretty sure even XBone exclusives will pull a Ubisoft on some of the games (make them multi instead of exclusive).
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Location: Cafe {} Mood: Moody {} OOC: NOTHING SAID ABOUT ASSUMPTIONS ARE 100% TRUE. Just saying before some of you go apeshit on me and kill my pet rock Well her plan for finding a quiet cafe was throw out the window. It seemed the group next to hers was very sociable (in some sort) not to mention another person joining up with them. Normally, she would roll her eyes and ignore the group, but since they were at least people who she had some sort of info on at least. In addition, they wouldn't throw random sh*t at her, unless they were pricks of some sort. So now in her 'stalker' phase, she continued sipping away her drink while giving a listen to their conversation. From what Sasha observed, Estelle seemed like the girl that had a lot of similar hobbies like her except she seemed a lot more sociable as well as not a potential target for being a target for cans/sharp objects. Also on a side note, she doesn't play video games anymore. Ouch. There goes some brownie points on her list. There needs to be more females kicking ass on the internet. Too many guys with their 'back to the kitchen' jokes. Shane sounded like the guy who would rather be inside his home and playing games/surfing the web rather than going out. However, he seemed good looking enough to be liked by the public. Finally, there was Aidan. In her eyes, he looked the most 'adaptive' in the whole group. If there was a stereotype of a human being, he would probably be one example. He was like a jack-of-all-trades. He had a liking in almost every single subject. If there was a reason why people called Sasha a 'stalker,' now is a good time to assume why. She had a larger hearing and a little more sensitive looking range than a normal person, perfect far catching little info here and there. Like now for instance, she made a lot of assumptions on the three people next to her, though not all of them are 100% true, but what the hell. Nothing's wrong with an assumption. Besides, they wouldn't care for her assumptions, not to mention they probably don't even note her existance in the cafe
NONONONONONONONONO The CEO of Microsoft is being the CEO of Zynga, not the other way around.
Not to mention, FACEBOOK GAMES WILL NOW BE ALWAYS ONLINE AND REQUIRE YOU TO CHECK IN EVERY 24 HOURS. Oh Lord just when Facebook games couldn't get any more annoying...
