Post by Paper.Prince on Jan 18, 2017 11:21:25 GMT -5
This is where I'll be posting guidelines to help those of you who are new to roleplaying.
Role-playing is like a multi-writer process. Each of you is writing a bit of your "story" from your character's POV and someone else is adding/replying to it with their character's POV. It can be alot of fun once you get the hang of it, and I hope this thread will be of great help.
For example purposes, I'll be using two different colored fonts to help illustrate some roleplay between two characters.
At Tibby's
Spot Conlon was in Manhattan on business, but he felt like stopping by Tibby's for a quick bite to eat before heading back home. It had been some time since he had last visited the small restaurant. It would be good to stop by again. They had good soda and delicious sandwiches.
The place wasn't too busy, so he was able to find an empty spot by the window. He put in his order and glanced at the window as he waited for his food.
David had had quite a busy day and felt like rewarding himself with a small meal from Tibby's. He had sold quite a few papes. Jack had certainly taught him well. He was doing really well on his own, but then again after two years, he really should be able to sell on his own.
He had just found an empty table when he noticed a familiar face across the way from him. "Spot?"
Spot turned around in surprise when he heard his name. He hadn't really been expecting to meet anyone he knew here. His eyebrow raised as he recognized Jack's right hand man who he had dubbed "the walkin' mout'."
"Davey," he greeted a bit curtly, still not quite sure what to make of Davey. And well, Spot wasn't really one to get into conversation with Manhattan newsies unless it was on business with Brooklyn.
David wasn't really surprised at Spot's short greeting. He had become quite used to the Brooklyn leader and wasn't afraid of him any longer. He respected the shorter newsie and knew that he could be counted on if Manhattan ever needed help.
"What brings you to Manhattan?" he asked curiously, scooting his chair closer to Spot. "Something up?"
He was Jack's right hand man, after all. If there was trouble, he wanted-no, needed-to know.
Hope that helps some. I hope to be posting more guidelines in the very near future as well as a video tutorial.
Role-playing is like a multi-writer process. Each of you is writing a bit of your "story" from your character's POV and someone else is adding/replying to it with their character's POV. It can be alot of fun once you get the hang of it, and I hope this thread will be of great help.
For example purposes, I'll be using two different colored fonts to help illustrate some roleplay between two characters.
At Tibby's
Spot Conlon was in Manhattan on business, but he felt like stopping by Tibby's for a quick bite to eat before heading back home. It had been some time since he had last visited the small restaurant. It would be good to stop by again. They had good soda and delicious sandwiches.
The place wasn't too busy, so he was able to find an empty spot by the window. He put in his order and glanced at the window as he waited for his food.
David had had quite a busy day and felt like rewarding himself with a small meal from Tibby's. He had sold quite a few papes. Jack had certainly taught him well. He was doing really well on his own, but then again after two years, he really should be able to sell on his own.
He had just found an empty table when he noticed a familiar face across the way from him. "Spot?"
Spot turned around in surprise when he heard his name. He hadn't really been expecting to meet anyone he knew here. His eyebrow raised as he recognized Jack's right hand man who he had dubbed "the walkin' mout'."
"Davey," he greeted a bit curtly, still not quite sure what to make of Davey. And well, Spot wasn't really one to get into conversation with Manhattan newsies unless it was on business with Brooklyn.
David wasn't really surprised at Spot's short greeting. He had become quite used to the Brooklyn leader and wasn't afraid of him any longer. He respected the shorter newsie and knew that he could be counted on if Manhattan ever needed help.
"What brings you to Manhattan?" he asked curiously, scooting his chair closer to Spot. "Something up?"
He was Jack's right hand man, after all. If there was trouble, he wanted-no, needed-to know.
Hope that helps some. I hope to be posting more guidelines in the very near future as well as a video tutorial.