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Post by Jessy on Jun 15, 2005 11:41:56 GMT -5
Right, this is an idea that has been nagging at me. It's the Renaissance. Funnage! Basically, you put your character(s) in the Renaissance.
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Post by Doc on Jun 15, 2005 17:01:35 GMT -5
Great. I get to be Van Helsing (Hugh Jackman version). ;D
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Post by Rogue on Jun 15, 2005 20:41:39 GMT -5
The Brom Stroker's Dracula version was such a perv and quite annoying. I wanted to be Dracula and kill him.
Great idea by the way. I think I'll join. *nods*
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Post by Doc on Jun 15, 2005 22:21:32 GMT -5
Much prefer the Jackman version. He's kinda like Doc anyway. ;D
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Post by Rogue on Jun 15, 2005 22:27:08 GMT -5
Very similar.
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Post by Doc on Jun 15, 2005 23:43:20 GMT -5
'Now that i have you're attention'.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 0:27:11 GMT -5
I need help! I could either have Lady Jessica, who is meek, humble and rich, Kate, who's the young village healer who is a witch in secret, or Dick, an outlaw in the gaurd.
Or all three.
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 0:32:23 GMT -5
Um..................
How about Lady Jessica, Dick the guard, who's the local lords bastard son, and Kate the healer who is secretly seeing Dick? ;D
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 0:39:43 GMT -5
Dick and Kate big nono. I know, forget Dick (because he's based on Rory and is annoying).
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 0:43:55 GMT -5
Okay. Just a though.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 0:50:52 GMT -5
(((A good one. Maybe I'll put Dick in later)))
"Lady Jessica? We've arived, ma'am."
I opened my eyes slowly, looking around. I was in the Barouche box, my father's best carriage. I had just returned from my first season at court. Life was going to be very dull back here, at my father's manor. Without the gaity of the music and dancing, life seemed boring.
I took the coachman's hand as he helped me out of the carriage. I smiled at him, and he typically lowered his eyes. The long blonde hair which I was luck to posess came down halfway to my back, brushed carefully by my hand maid this morning. I walked to the open door, finally feeling home.
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 0:54:19 GMT -5
(((Local Church)))
The figure stood at teh back of the church, watching as teh friars lit the candles. Once, he would have been among them. now...
He'd seen what human kind was really like. He no longer wanted a bar of it. So he walked the paths of life alone.
But for how long. that would be the question.
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 0:55:53 GMT -5
(((Is this third of first person?)))
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Post by Doc on Jun 16, 2005 0:57:39 GMT -5
((I'm just doing third at teh moment. It seems more...apt.)))
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Post by Jessy on Jun 16, 2005 1:01:17 GMT -5
(((Yeah, it sounds good.)))
Kate sat by the church, her hands clasped in prayre to the Lord and Lady. The burnings were coming closer. If only the people could understand the truth. But the would never see it. She would need to escape, before they came for her. She had seen how friends could turn on you and she was afraid.
Her healing crafts were sought after now, soon they would become the very things that sentenced her to death.
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