Writing Samples Players may choose to write three of the four writing samples. Additionally, for two of the three samples applicants may substitute links to previously written roleplaying threads of no less than eight substantial replies. We reserve the right to ask for an additional sample if more information is required.
First-Person Network Post: [She doesn't click on the video feed, because she's still not sure that it's safe to show her face in a place like this. People might talk, people might know - and it doesn't matter if James and Harry aren't here, she's not going to put them in danger if they do show up. But it's safe enough to talk, isn't it? Her voice isn't anything particularly unique or interesting.]
So. It does seem I'm going to be stuck here for a bit longer than I thought, doesn't it? I tried walking out, but -
[ - her experiences in the fog are best left undiscussed.]
- anyway, I guess this place likes me too much. So, what do you lot do for fun, then? What's the cinema like? Are there any good places to hear live music? What about art galleries, or used bookstores? What do you like to do to pass the time?
Third-Person Arrival Post:Lily, Uhura, and Tony Stark Third-Person Action Post: Lily's hugging some relation - she isn't even sure who it is at this point; she's hugged so many aunts and uncles and cousins and great-grandmas that they've all sort of run together into a mass of hugs and warm words - when James hooks his arm around her waist and tugs her away from the Unknown Relation.
"May I borrow her for a moment?" he asks, flashing that lady-killing smile, and before the Unknown Relation can say a word, he continues, "Thanks! Be sure you try the cake, it's delicious." With that, arm still around Lily's waist, he steers her away from the crowd.
"James, what are you doing?" she demands, swatting ineffectually at his hand, trying to get him off of her.
"Is it such a crime to want to talk to my wife on my own wedding day?" he wonders.
Lily glances around as she realizes he's taken her right out of the reception hall and into a darkened corridor, and before she can ask what he's got up his sleeve, he's pushing her up against the wall of the corridor, crushing their lips together in a hungry, bruising kiss. She melts into it, then pushes at him, trying to get him away - what does he think he's doing? this is their wedding day, he can't be snogging her like an overexcited fifth-year in public - but he keeps at it, tongue pressing past her lips, pressing himself flush against her, and she can feel something pressing against her thigh that most certainly isn't his wand. Despite herself and her misgivings, she whimpers.
When he pulls away, they're both breathless, and he gropes her breast shamelessly through the fabric of her wedding gown.
"James," she gasps, "we really shouldn't - not in - in public - "
He grins, that lady-killing grin again, and the flush and his tousled hair only makes it more rakish and charming. "Shut up, Ev - " A pause, and she can feel her own grin growing, matching his. "Potter."
This time, the kiss is mutual, and she doesn't even complain when they can't find her panties after. Misc Other: :)
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Players may choose to write three of the four writing samples. Additionally, for two of the three samples applicants may substitute links to previously written roleplaying threads of no less than eight substantial replies. We reserve the right to ask for an additional sample if more information is required.
First-Person Network Post: [She doesn't click on the video feed, because she's still not sure that it's safe to show her face in a place like this. People might talk, people might know - and it doesn't matter if James and Harry aren't here, she's not going to put them in danger if they do show up. But it's safe enough to talk, isn't it? Her voice isn't anything particularly unique or interesting.]
So. It does seem I'm going to be stuck here for a bit longer than I thought, doesn't it? I tried walking out, but -
[ - her experiences in the fog are best left undiscussed.]
- anyway, I guess this place likes me too much. So, what do you lot do for fun, then? What's the cinema like? Are there any good places to hear live music? What about art galleries, or used bookstores? What do you like to do to pass the time?
Third-Person Arrival Post: Lily, Uhura, and Tony Stark
Third-Person Action Post: Lily's hugging some relation - she isn't even sure who it is at this point; she's hugged so many aunts and uncles and cousins and great-grandmas that they've all sort of run together into a mass of hugs and warm words - when James hooks his arm around her waist and tugs her away from the Unknown Relation.
"May I borrow her for a moment?" he asks, flashing that lady-killing smile, and before the Unknown Relation can say a word, he continues, "Thanks! Be sure you try the cake, it's delicious." With that, arm still around Lily's waist, he steers her away from the crowd.
"James, what are you doing?" she demands, swatting ineffectually at his hand, trying to get him off of her.
"Is it such a crime to want to talk to my wife on my own wedding day?" he wonders.
Lily glances around as she realizes he's taken her right out of the reception hall and into a darkened corridor, and before she can ask what he's got up his sleeve, he's pushing her up against the wall of the corridor, crushing their lips together in a hungry, bruising kiss. She melts into it, then pushes at him, trying to get him away - what does he think he's doing? this is their wedding day, he can't be snogging her like an overexcited fifth-year in public - but he keeps at it, tongue pressing past her lips, pressing himself flush against her, and she can feel something pressing against her thigh that most certainly isn't his wand. Despite herself and her misgivings, she whimpers.
When he pulls away, they're both breathless, and he gropes her breast shamelessly through the fabric of her wedding gown.
"James," she gasps, "we really shouldn't - not in - in public - "
He grins, that lady-killing grin again, and the flush and his tousled hair only makes it more rakish and charming. "Shut up, Ev - " A pause, and she can feel her own grin growing, matching his. "Potter."
This time, the kiss is mutual, and she doesn't even complain when they can't find her panties after.
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Other: :)