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Sky And Devy, For torture, I mean learning only!
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What does the orange look like? -Spherical and colored much like one might gather based on the name of the fruit -Thick skin punctured by Suzie's nails; lighter in color
What does the orange smell like? -Energetic, zesty, citrus, reminds Suzie of the breakfast she didn't have time to eat this morning (orange juice)
What does the orange feel like? -A comforting weight in her hand; solid -Soft and easily bruised or crushed if she tried, yet the fruit is resilient -Smooth skin
What does the orange taste like? You had 'smell' twice, so I replaced this one with 'taste'. -Sweet with an acidic after-taste
What does the orange sound like? -Percussive sound as she taps her fingers against it -Wet squelch as she squeezes it too hard
You can tell I started to get ahead of myself... sorry... >.< I just had an image in my head of a girl, Suzie, worried for an exam or sommat as she rides the bus to school, nervously picking at the orange her friend gave her as breakfast. Suzie was in so much of a hurry to get to the bus stop, she didn't have time to grab her usual meal, which includes orange juice, etc
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I was probably so tired the other night that I didn't realize my mistake! Suzie, exhaustedly, picked up an orange from off the granite bar. Its spherical shape fit comfortably in her hands. Solid, just as she preferred. The deep orange color portrayed by the fruit seemed almost a shade lighter in the dim rays of the sun from the window. She could also distinguish faint lines that had been punctured by Suzie's rather prominent nails. Slowly, she peeled back the orange's skin. It conformed to her will each time she pulled a layer back, each time she played with it. The skin was soft and easy to manipulate. She could simply bruise or crush the peelings with force, with effort. As she peeled the last section off, she marveled at its inner layer, its inner shell. Suzie squeezed it softly, producing a soft squelch. Orange juice splattered over the table. She silently told herself she would clean it up later. Tenderly, she pulled it to her nose and enveloped the zesty, citrus smell. It reminded her of the breakfast she didn't have to eat this morning. Now drawn by the entergetic smell, she took a small bite of the unique fruit... A sweet flavor flood throughout her mouth, only to be followed by a rather acid after-taste. She took the orange away from her mouth and silently wondered something, something rather weird... Why had she consumed ten minutes of her life observing an orange perspicaciously? *Applauds self* What an awesome ending! JK I only omitted a few details that wouldn't flow! Wow, I honestly didn't know that you could write a paragraph about picking up and eating a orange..Would you like to try a few sentences now?
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| Devious_Bookworm |
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...hey Sky? >.>
Am I allowed to request if we can work on sommat else? I know it makes me seem like a bad student, but I really didn't know exactly what 'writing methods' were when I initially signed up. *coughs*
I mean... my roleplaying in general has gotten very rusty. Is there a way we could work on that? Like... I suck at descriptions... and by that, I mean incorporating them into posts and such without giving the other people walls of purple prose, y'know? And just... my writing voice in general and such and bleh...
| QUOTE (Post) | Moonlight whispered across the silken sheets as I adjusted the curtains to optimize the natural glow from full moon. The room was scented with hundreds of small scented candles, the intoxicating air perfumed with jasmine and sandalwood; everything was cast into a wicked interplay between light and shadow, darkness flickering, grasping, relinquishing. Back and forth like the ebb and flow of the ocean's waves. My bare feet made no sound on the luscious rugs, nor did the large glass doors as I slid them open to step outside and inhale the scent of roses and night-blooming flowers from the private garden below. The night was silent save the silver gurgle of the fountain, and I relished in the lack of sound. The peace would soon be disturbed as soon as my client arrived. Food awaited consumption on the silver cart near the ornate table. The room was comfortable, its decorations hand-picked by myself. White walls with tasteful watercolour paintings; thick rugs; dark furniture; an over-sized, gauze-enveloped poster bed.
There was a knock on the door. So my client had arrived at last. I straightened my sheer, lilac outfit that revealed as much as it concealed of my tanned complexion, and I tousseled my white-blonde hair to let it artfully frame my angular face and give it a seductive appeal. Everything about me exuded sexuality: the tantalizing sway of my hips as I approached the door, opened it, and spun on my heel to settle myself on the bed to give the man a pleasant view; a slender body with shape and tone, lithe muscles honed from my other profession; the way every graceful motion seemed effortless.
"Would you care to join me in bed?" I purred, fingering the silken fabric of the bedsheets, my voice husky and low with what appeared--as it always did to the simplistic male mind--arousal.
I was joined within a moment, and the game then began.
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"That was an impressive display." I startled and summoned a knife into my hand using a touch of magic, the familiar weight of the stiletto blade a reassurance against the unfamiliar female voice.
The woman lounging in the doorway stepped into the candle-lit room. In the half-darkness, it was difficult to make out her features, but the style of her dress and her manner of speaking suggested enough for me to make a quick assessment. Noble. Wealthy. Cultured. Magic-touched as well, if she sensed the death spell I had woven about my latest target as he went about the acts of sin and debauchery. Bright eyes glinted in the half-light, amusement coloured her voice. "I mean you no harm, Lady, so you may stow your weapon." Palms held flat, a gesture of peace.
The knife vanished from my grasp, though I did not relax in the slightest. She wanted something. "I'll have you know I don't service women, so if you'll excuse me, I--"
"What I require from you is not your skills in the bedroom, Sharaniel Kartane, Lady of the Red Moon houses, Dancer of the Silver Star Order. Courtesan. Assassin. Wanted in four nation-states for the murder of important government officials and foreign dignitaries. Wanted for her knowledge in how to accompany these very same important men as they attended dinner parties and social functions. Wanted for her skills between the bedsheets as one of Terrielle's highest paid prostitutes."
"Someone has done their research. Now I have to wonder why that person has gone through so much trouble."
"I'm sure you've heard of a certain conflict between two nations, Lady Sharaniel. I represent a certain member of a certain royal house who would be willing to pardon you--and pay a handsome sum of gold--for your services. His Majesty is in need of someone with your particular talents to assist him in various tasks I am certain you know well." She paused for a moment as if giving me time to consider her words before she continued. "Does this seem acceptable?"
I didn't need to hesitate with my answer. After all, royalty paid the best fare. "Very well." There was a smile in her voice. "How much time do you need to pack your belongings?" I responded that it would take me only a few moments.
As I scurried about the room, packing weapons and clothing of different styles and toiletries, I could feel her eyes watching me with calm patience. I could take as long as I needed, it seemed, but I was in no hurry to dawdle. Once she saw I was ready, she led me down the stairs and outside where a magick-enhanced coach awaited. I had never ridden in one before, merely seen it at a distance. I slipped inside and tucked my bags underneath the velvet-lined seat. A large bag of gold was placed into my lap. "For coming with me, Lady Kartane. We should arrive at the palace before dawn. I suggest you rest. It will be an eventful day for certain." And with that, I let myself be lulled to sleep by the rhythmic undulations of the vehicle. Morning could not come soon enough. |
Hey Sky? Would you be able to critique this post, please? PLEASE? PWEASE? *begs*
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