SAMPLES First Person: I used to visit a witch's house. The girl inside told me that she was lonely. So, I thought I could make her my "friend."
I visited her every day. We talked a lot. I thought she was my "friend." But she trapped me in her house. It was filled with traps. A lot of people died there.
But, I didn't. I lived on and I escaped from that house. I continued to live on, even after she died. At the time I thought it must have been because I was still her "friend."
I'm not sure if that's true anymore. Holly Heights, do you think she was my..."friend"? What do think a "friend" really is?
Third Person: It was the first time she'd been able to escape the confinements of her house. The warm sun filtered through the trees, shining down on her and filling her body with warmth. The gentle breeze caressed her face. The grass crunched under her feet as she walked over it and--if she were to bend down, she could feel that they were soft and moist. Her entire body felt warm. It was a pleasant feeling that she had been denied for so many years. And there was no pain to accompany it. She could take in this beautiful scenery every day now. After all, she was no longer Ellen, a sickly girl who no one loved: she was Viola. Beautiful, naive, foolish Viola, with a father who adored her and friends who would play with her.
There was just the problem of those pesky rose bushes. Of course, she could have just waited. Viola would die soon. Her soul would be eaten, just like every other victim of the house.
Ellen could have waited for that. She could have just laid in the soft grass with the sun beating down on her all day. She wanted to do that. And yet...some part of her wanted to play with her "friend" one last time. After all, Viola had managed to trap her using her own powers. That was a curious notion that neither she nor the demon who supplied her with her magic had considered. Yes, she wanted to see how much her dear "friend" was capable of. To play with her much, much more, to watch her die with her own eyes. So, rather than enjoy the day (more beautiful than any that had come before it,) she walked away away from the bushes and towards the house (her house, no matter what body she might be in.)
She would play at this house for awhile and then she would go home. To her new home. With her new father.
And for the first time, she would be loved.
OTHER Housing Request?: Wherever's fine! Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes. Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Go for it!
ACCEPTED Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1435 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
Comment back with the journal you'll be using for your character so that they can be accepted into the communities.
Create an IC Mailbox post on your characters journal that is not friends only. You are also free to treat this as an information holding post with your character's family and address listed if you wish.
Would it be possible to get an answer to the question I put in the "other" section? I'm sorry to be a bother, but I wanted to get that cleared up before I actually did anything else!
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First Person: I used to visit a witch's house. The girl inside told me that she was lonely. So, I thought I could make her my "friend."
I visited her every day. We talked a lot. I thought she was my "friend." But she trapped me in her house. It was filled with traps. A lot of people died there.
But, I didn't. I lived on and I escaped from that house. I continued to live on, even after she died. At the time I thought it must have been because I was still her "friend."
I'm not sure if that's true anymore. Holly Heights, do you think she was my..."friend"? What do think a "friend" really is?
Third Person: It was the first time she'd been able to escape the confinements of her house. The warm sun filtered through the trees, shining down on her and filling her body with warmth. The gentle breeze caressed her face. The grass crunched under her feet as she walked over it and--if she were to bend down, she could feel that they were soft and moist. Her entire body felt warm. It was a pleasant feeling that she had been denied for so many years. And there was no pain to accompany it. She could take in this beautiful scenery every day now. After all, she was no longer Ellen, a sickly girl who no one loved: she was Viola. Beautiful, naive, foolish Viola, with a father who adored her and friends who would play with her.
There was just the problem of those pesky rose bushes. Of course, she could have just waited. Viola would die soon. Her soul would be eaten, just like every other victim of the house.
Ellen could have waited for that. She could have just laid in the soft grass with the sun beating down on her all day. She wanted to do that. And yet...some part of her wanted to play with her "friend" one last time. After all, Viola had managed to trap her using her own powers. That was a curious notion that neither she nor the demon who supplied her with her magic had considered. Yes, she wanted to see how much her dear "friend" was capable of. To play with her much, much more, to watch her die with her own eyes. So, rather than enjoy the day (more beautiful than any that had come before it,) she walked away away from the bushes and towards the house (her house, no matter what body she might be in.)
She would play at this house for awhile and then she would go home. To her new home. With her new father.
And for the first time, she would be loved.
OTHER
Housing Request?: Wherever's fine!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Go for it!
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1435 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
I hope you enjoy your stay here!
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Would it be possible to get an answer to the question I put in the "other" section? I'm sorry to be a bother, but I wanted to get that cleared up before I actually did anything else!