Bartok Evergreen
Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2020 11:36 pm
1. Are you 18 or older? We want to know if anyone is under 18 years of age. Being under 18 will not bar you from participating in our community. Rather, this will allow us to gauge who is acting inappropriately toward minors.
Yes, yes I am.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Many years of writing and roleplay experience on different platforms.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
[OOC: This RP Sample and Bartok's backstory include a girl named Erin, who is a character who will be coming shortly to the site]
The graduation after-party was in full swing in Signal's gymnasium. The lights flashed and strobbed through a rainbow of colors as all those who had graduated and their dates danced. Everyone was dressed up tonight in their most formal, and in some cases most revealing, clothes. Bartok, of course, took no pleasure in the tightly packed ground near the front of the room, more grinding on eachother than dancing. This finely dressed young man instead had won the hand of a fairly cute girl and was near the back, going through the steps of a waltz. He easily made her laugh and smile as they talked through their dance, and Bartok was loving the interaction. The room was dark enough that he could see alright despite his poor eyesight. Even with the music blaring, the sound of her voice and feet on the ground were loud enough for Bartok to see what he needed to see.
Until her boyfriend arrived. Bartok didn't even know the girl was taken, she had given no indication of such. But a strong hand pulling Bartok back sharply along with a shout of dissapproval made it very evident. Bartok got this sort of reaction sometimes. A lot of the times. Most of the time. Bartok didn't need to listen to the exact words the angry guy was spitting at him, he had heard them enough. He apologized and the girl was gone. Bartok half-heartedly snapped finger guns at thier departing backs, only half of his mouth curling into a smile.
He stood there at the back of the dance hall and suddenly felt alone. Cold.
Bartok stuffed his hands into his pockets and stepped outside to lean against the wall. He breathed in the cool night air, letting it refresh him from the stuffy wet air inside. It was always like this when he was left alone. Everything inside him just... died. No more excitement, no more happiness, no more longing. Empty.
Bartok's large ears picked up footsteps approaching him, and he recognized the gait. It was his old childhood friend, Erin. She leaned against the wall with him, and that's all he needed. Somebody else there. With just one more person, he didn't feel dead inside anymore.
A toothy grin spread across his face and he snapped finger guns at her. "Why don't we shimmy until that dress falls off?" He asked.
"You mean dance until we go to our seperate dorms?" Erin replied. "Gladly." He couldn't see her, but he could hear the smirk on her lips. And then the graduation night was no longer so dull.
Yes, yes I am.
2. Do you have past experience with collaborative writing or roleplay, and if so, roughly how much? You can be brief. This is intended to help us provide useful feedback in your approval.
Many years of writing and roleplay experience on different platforms.
3. You may include an optional (SHORT!) Roleplay sample for people to read that gives a feel for your character in writing.
[OOC: This RP Sample and Bartok's backstory include a girl named Erin, who is a character who will be coming shortly to the site]
The graduation after-party was in full swing in Signal's gymnasium. The lights flashed and strobbed through a rainbow of colors as all those who had graduated and their dates danced. Everyone was dressed up tonight in their most formal, and in some cases most revealing, clothes. Bartok, of course, took no pleasure in the tightly packed ground near the front of the room, more grinding on eachother than dancing. This finely dressed young man instead had won the hand of a fairly cute girl and was near the back, going through the steps of a waltz. He easily made her laugh and smile as they talked through their dance, and Bartok was loving the interaction. The room was dark enough that he could see alright despite his poor eyesight. Even with the music blaring, the sound of her voice and feet on the ground were loud enough for Bartok to see what he needed to see.
Until her boyfriend arrived. Bartok didn't even know the girl was taken, she had given no indication of such. But a strong hand pulling Bartok back sharply along with a shout of dissapproval made it very evident. Bartok got this sort of reaction sometimes. A lot of the times. Most of the time. Bartok didn't need to listen to the exact words the angry guy was spitting at him, he had heard them enough. He apologized and the girl was gone. Bartok half-heartedly snapped finger guns at thier departing backs, only half of his mouth curling into a smile.
He stood there at the back of the dance hall and suddenly felt alone. Cold.
Bartok stuffed his hands into his pockets and stepped outside to lean against the wall. He breathed in the cool night air, letting it refresh him from the stuffy wet air inside. It was always like this when he was left alone. Everything inside him just... died. No more excitement, no more happiness, no more longing. Empty.
Bartok's large ears picked up footsteps approaching him, and he recognized the gait. It was his old childhood friend, Erin. She leaned against the wall with him, and that's all he needed. Somebody else there. With just one more person, he didn't feel dead inside anymore.
A toothy grin spread across his face and he snapped finger guns at her. "Why don't we shimmy until that dress falls off?" He asked.
"You mean dance until we go to our seperate dorms?" Erin replied. "Gladly." He couldn't see her, but he could hear the smirk on her lips. And then the graduation night was no longer so dull.