Description Game

[Aston]

Okay, Just make a detailed character. Whatever origin or style you want. Pick a time and place, the character can only say one sentance.
It can be an Alien, Monster or whatever you want!
Working on mine shortly

[Anza]

I'm working on one

[Aston]

His hair, it was something not like a normal person, it was silky. Too silky, unnatural, sometimes I forget he is made of materials. Not blood and skin like the rest of us. His clothes were neat and tidy, his skin matched his clothes, it was hard to tell the difference between the two. His voice was croaky and slightly aged, it sent very human shivers up my spine everytime he spoke unexpectedly. We watched the stars shooting high and afar, on a neatly cut golf course. "Hah! I wonder when the sprinklers will awaken!?".

[Anza]

The only thing that could surpass the chill of the morning was the moisture. The wind, cool and light, whispered through the trees, speaking stories of warmer, though certainly not more beautiful days. Indeed, there was something enchanting about the lamenting gloom, something that was very much alive.
The enchantress was standing by a weeping willow tree. The breeze caressed her mane, sending tendrils dancing. Her blue eyes were as cold and pure as the morning, and they pierced like the cool, damp wind. Not completely unaffected, the pale shadow shuddered, and she folded her wings around herself for warmth. Impatiently, she pawed the ground with a cloven hoof.

[Anza]

Good job, Aston! I give you KUDOS

[Aston]

KUDOS?
Lol yours is a lot better than mine

[Aston]

:O your one didn't say a sentance! ommmmmm Law breaker!

[Anza]

This one is a little on the personal side-- its me...

She stood on the hillside, in a tanktop despite the cold- but by now she was too numb to feel it. Her pale face peered into that of the moon, and both were enchantingly beautiful.
"'Tis better to have loved and lost..." she said to herself, the breathtaking moon illuminating a single tear streak. The wind blew her hair around her face making her look like an earth-bound angel, and for a brief second, one could almost make out intangible wings, "but how can you lose what you never had?"
She spoke of the boy who betrayed her, the boy who didn't notice her, and the boy who she couldn't love-- each one of them another person.
Erik, the rogue who tried to cheat her. John, who didn't realize she existed. Ben, who she could never have affection for in return. All but Ben were arrogant, narsissistic, proud. All but Ben had destroyed her. Why then could she not love Ben? Why did she allow for her own destruction?
Was it the beauty of the destructive force? John-- a mustang, a tornado; enchanting and devastating all the same? Erik, with the eloquence of a politician and the sweet talk of a parakeet?
Was it the gossamer thread of hope that she would someday rest in someone's arms and feel cared for? That was all she ever wanted.

[Anza]

You said only one sentence, which implies that you cannot go over, but you can go under.

[Aston]

Awww i think i'm gonna cry :'(

[Anza]

if you read my blog, it tells the whole story

[Anza]

Can you tell hat the first creature is?

[Aston]

His face could not hide the grief. Apart from the cold stillness of the night, all he could feel was this pain, this new feeling?, was it new?. He hadn't felt it before, so it must be new, whatever it was he didn't like it. It made him feel worse and worse about his act; whether it was good or not, he shouldn't of done it. "She said she would marry me, if i was 23, BUT I'M NOT!". Another victim fell to the curse of anger!

[Aston]

A pegasus? The strong trusty sidekick of Hurcules! but in girl form?

[Anza]

Sidekick of Bellerophon. Don't ask how I know that... But you are right
I like your second one.

[Anza]

you could make it flow a little more, but the hesitance outlines the halting of the speaker.

[Aston]

It came off the top of my head didn't really think about it

[Anza]

But it's good. Bene factum! (Latin: well done)

[Aston]

I'm off to bed now
Leave me summet nice ^^
x

[Anza]

I leave you a goodnight hug and kiss. *Muah*

[Aston]

Lol G'mornin

[Anza]

Good morning, Sunshine!

[Aston]

I need a description for a girl beautiful blue eyes and pretty. I suck at it anza you're good at it make me one pwetty please

[Anza]

Okay, but only cuz it's you...

[Aston]

^^ thanks

[Anza]

I need a little more though...
What color is her hair?
Is it curly, wavy, straight?
Where is she?
What is her mood?
What does her skin look like? (Pale, tan, dark?)

[Aston]

gosh shows how adaptive you are!
Her hair is brown about shoulder height
Straight
It doesn't matter where she is
Or mood
She has palish skin but not insultish plae skin

[Anza]

ok. it'll only take me a minute...
But one last thing... what's she doing?

[Aston]

Lol erm... nothing?
Yeah nothing

[Anza]

gee... thanks... I'll only be a minute...

[Anza]

She sat primly, her legs crossed, looking entirely out of place against the ancient volumes that surrounded her. Her eyes searched the largest of the books, whick was placed in her lap. Her hair hung forward, some of it laying across her gentle cheekbones. Her eyes were as lively as fire, but as blue as ice. She wore perfect make-up, and sxpensive clothes, but her favorite place to be was here among the hundred year old scripts. She didn't even grimace at the dust that covered her pants, from where the book lay.

[Aston]

Thanks it's amazing!

[Anza]

your welcome. Where've you been?

[Aston]

lol i have been a bit busy with stuff

[Anza]

like homework?

[Aston]

had to write a war poem
Its sucks though

[Anza]

let's hear it

[Aston]

Well see it
Can't hear on internet can you?

His blood heavy on his hands
He must meet the captains strong demands
His thoughts run cold with unbearable pain
He knows it will attack again and again

Is this worth all the breath
Is this worth all the death
The whistle blows
Who’s friend and who’s foe

The powerful destruction
And the loud obstruction
The craters of the dead
Flying shots of a marksman’s lead

His life is at its end
Just so many more could begin to mend
His sacrifice to be remembered
The world after a war to be rendered

[Anza]

Smart alek...
You know, it's really not bad

[Aston]

Liar, though my other mate said it was alrite, " why you so good at poemtry!" is what he said! awww i feel special

[Anza]

♥♥♥♥♥♥

[Aston]

you got yahoo yet?

[Anza]

[email protected]
its my mom's old account...

[Anza]

WOAH! my computer made a link!
By the way, it looks like i'm signed off, but I'm just invisible...

[Aston]

Lol are you sure i'm trying to speak to you but it wont let me

[Anza]

a little screen popped up and said that someone was trying to contact me from MSN. Would that happen to have anything to do with you??

[Aston]

probabley lol!

[Anza]

what's your screen name?

[Aston]

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[Aston]

summet like that
Its cuz its got colours all thos spaces

[Anza]

what? :lol:

[Anza]

here's my email address---> [email protected]
This is not an invitation to everyone to email me

[Aston]

Lol add [email protected]

[Anza]

I sent you an email...

[Aston]

I got it ><

[xtianfriborg13]

He's a lot like me. :)