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<![CDATA[Personal Role Playing Forums - All Forums]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/ Wed, 10 Mar 2010 20:17:26 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Good evening all ^_^]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1035 Wed, 10 Mar 2010 03:44:47 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1035
I've been roleplaying for quite some time now, and I carry quite a bit of experience with it. I'm patient, open-minded, and I am always open to helping someone fulfill their kinks through roleplaying, or maybe even form a connection or two if the weather is right...

What have I rp'ed, you ask? The better question is what I haven't roleplayed. I'll never judge someone for what they're in to, however I will follow the rules of the site as well as my own, what few I have to begin with.

As passionate as I am about this, I am always fully aware that there is this cold, terrible, heartless place called the real world that involves school, work, family, zombies, etc. In short, I'm not one of those people who gives you grief for not being online.

Also, I'm not shy, and I only bite if you ask nicely =D

Until then, I wish everyone well, and happy rp'ing ^_^]]>
I've been roleplaying for quite some time now, and I carry quite a bit of experience with it. I'm patient, open-minded, and I am always open to helping someone fulfill their kinks through roleplaying, or maybe even form a connection or two if the weather is right...

What have I rp'ed, you ask? The better question is what I haven't roleplayed. I'll never judge someone for what they're in to, however I will follow the rules of the site as well as my own, what few I have to begin with.

As passionate as I am about this, I am always fully aware that there is this cold, terrible, heartless place called the real world that involves school, work, family, zombies, etc. In short, I'm not one of those people who gives you grief for not being online.

Also, I'm not shy, and I only bite if you ask nicely =D

Until then, I wish everyone well, and happy rp'ing ^_^]]> <![CDATA[Leaving this place]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1034 Tue, 02 Mar 2010 16:30:50 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1034
Since PrP became terribly quiet lately, and that I am unable to find anybody to roleplay even if I try, I decided that I would leave and search for a more active forum to join. I had some good roleplays here, but now it is time for change. I thank everybody who roleplayed with me, I had fun.
Maybe I'll come back someday. Bye bye, everybody.]]>
Since PrP became terribly quiet lately, and that I am unable to find anybody to roleplay even if I try, I decided that I would leave and search for a more active forum to join. I had some good roleplays here, but now it is time for change. I thank everybody who roleplayed with me, I had fun.
Maybe I'll come back someday. Bye bye, everybody.]]> <![CDATA[What would you like to see?]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1033 Mon, 01 Mar 2010 08:04:42 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1033
Your suggestions/comments are most welcome (but please keep it civil).]]>
Your suggestions/comments are most welcome (but please keep it civil).]]> <![CDATA[Introduction]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1032 Fri, 26 Feb 2010 00:18:40 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1032
I am Puck I'm 35 and in general I have been roleplaying for at least 20 years. But it was only in the last 6 months that I started roleplaying online. I like to play as a Dominant but I am new to it so I hope this turns out to be a great place to play as well as learn.]]>
I am Puck I'm 35 and in general I have been roleplaying for at least 20 years. But it was only in the last 6 months that I started roleplaying online. I like to play as a Dominant but I am new to it so I hope this turns out to be a great place to play as well as learn.]]> <![CDATA[hi,new here]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1031 Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:30:08 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1031
btw i like stockings

[Image: Bow-Decoration-Black-Thigh-High-Stockings-22979-1.jpg]

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btw i like stockings

]]> <![CDATA[PEOPLE!!!]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1030 Sun, 21 Feb 2010 02:45:45 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1030 But seriously this site needs active RP people on here, I come visit here and all I see is Mojave Desert... >>

So I say WE ALL do something about this poor RP site!]]> But seriously this site needs active RP people on here, I come visit here and all I see is Mojave Desert... >>

So I say WE ALL do something about this poor RP site!]]> <![CDATA[Newbie Alert]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1029 Fri, 19 Feb 2010 19:02:11 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1029
About me: 24 years old and rather newly arrived at a graduate school program in biology, which as it turns, is decidedly less fun than my undergraduate college years. Looking for a place where I can reinvigorate my creative writing skills and get away from the numbing quantitative nature of my schoolwork.

I've never RPed on message boards before, but I severely misspent my middle school years playing text based MUSH games.

Good to meet you all.

- Josh]]>
About me: 24 years old and rather newly arrived at a graduate school program in biology, which as it turns, is decidedly less fun than my undergraduate college years. Looking for a place where I can reinvigorate my creative writing skills and get away from the numbing quantitative nature of my schoolwork.

I've never RPed on message boards before, but I severely misspent my middle school years playing text based MUSH games.

Good to meet you all.

- Josh]]> <![CDATA[Howdy Yall!]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1026 Wed, 17 Feb 2010 04:28:40 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1026
I'm out on the ongoing search for RP partners who are active and share my kink interests! ^-^]]>
I'm out on the ongoing search for RP partners who are active and share my kink interests! ^-^]]> <![CDATA[Ecosia, the ecologic Google!]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1025 Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:37:23 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1025
A girl in my class told me about a browser that's called Ecosia (http://www.ecosia.org). It's almost identical to Google, and just as accurate; but the big difference is that, with each research, you help Ecosia save 2m square of tropical forest! So, each time you use Ecosia to search on the web, you save 2 meter square of forest! Isn't that sweet? Ecosia already saved more than 27 MILLIONS meters of forest!
Please, contribute and switch for Ecosia. Seriously, I've been using it since I was told about it, and I am just as satisfied as back when I used Google! Use it as your principal browser, you can even install a small toolbar that will appear at the bottom of your screen, showing how many meters you saved in total!
If you ever dreamed of saving the world, you can start out using Ecosia Wink

Thanks guys!]]>
A girl in my class told me about a browser that's called Ecosia (http://www.ecosia.org). It's almost identical to Google, and just as accurate; but the big difference is that, with each research, you help Ecosia save 2m square of tropical forest! So, each time you use Ecosia to search on the web, you save 2 meter square of forest! Isn't that sweet? Ecosia already saved more than 27 MILLIONS meters of forest!
Please, contribute and switch for Ecosia. Seriously, I've been using it since I was told about it, and I am just as satisfied as back when I used Google! Use it as your principal browser, you can even install a small toolbar that will appear at the bottom of your screen, showing how many meters you saved in total!
If you ever dreamed of saving the world, you can start out using Ecosia Wink

Thanks guys!]]> <![CDATA[Hellooo.!]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1021 Tue, 09 Feb 2010 23:22:26 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1021 I was looking for a RP forum and I decided to join this one. :3

This site looks cool and I wouldn't mind hearing a few tips on how to get started.

PM me or something if you want to get to know me more. :]]]> I was looking for a RP forum and I decided to join this one. :3

This site looks cool and I wouldn't mind hearing a few tips on how to get started.

PM me or something if you want to get to know me more. :]]]> <![CDATA[Three-Letter Agencies]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1020 Tue, 09 Feb 2010 23:22:07 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1020
The function that Pinkerton established actually was the beginning of the Secret Service.

Since that time federal police authority has grown to a large number of three-letter agencies - FBI, CIA, INS, IRS, DEA. Now comes a proposal for another agency: The "Airport Security Service."

Can't you see it now, the new service in their black outfits with their initials in large white letters across their backs?]]>
The function that Pinkerton established actually was the beginning of the Secret Service.

Since that time federal police authority has grown to a large number of three-letter agencies - FBI, CIA, INS, IRS, DEA. Now comes a proposal for another agency: The "Airport Security Service."

Can't you see it now, the new service in their black outfits with their initials in large white letters across their backs?]]> <![CDATA[Am I busy?]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1007 Mon, 08 Feb 2010 13:34:20 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1007

Okay, this will be a one post thread, with my current updates being a quote in the first post. In this fashion I hope to eliminate clutter. This thread is in place for my partners, and anyone interested in me, as unlikely as that seems. Anyway, here's my current update:

Khalras Wrote:I have just started a job in construction, which I hope to be at until its end in march. It is a short job, having been started at the beginning of january. The money is good but it requires me to be out of the house 12 hours of the day, starting at five in the morning mountain time. I am very tired of late, and so I appologize if I am unable to respond as often as I would like. But the money is worth it, so bare with me.

Thanks again!

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Khalras Wrote:I have just started a job in construction, which I hope to be at until its end in march. It is a short job, having been started at the beginning of january. The money is good but it requires me to be out of the house 12 hours of the day, starting at five in the morning mountain time. I am very tired of late, and so I appologize if I am unable to respond as often as I would like. But the money is worth it, so bare with me.

Thanks again!

]]> <![CDATA[Introduction]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1005 Mon, 08 Feb 2010 01:43:30 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1005
I have joined this site at a special request from another member. I am looking forward to opportunities to enjoy dynamic, and deliciously wicked story lines.

I'm 28, male. In South Carolina. I've been a practicing Dominant for about 8 years now. If you have any questions feel free to shoot me a message.]]>
I have joined this site at a special request from another member. I am looking forward to opportunities to enjoy dynamic, and deliciously wicked story lines.

I'm 28, male. In South Carolina. I've been a practicing Dominant for about 8 years now. If you have any questions feel free to shoot me a message.]]> <![CDATA[Hmm kinda odd question I guess]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1004 Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:15:32 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1004
I dunno its just an idea but it's kinda one that sounded good, or at least sounded somewhat interesting to me.

What does everyone else think??

I was thinking of this cause it would I think get people more interesting in role-playing and maybe even get more people coming to the board. Hope I'm right on this, if not we can forget about it but I just thought I would bring it up ^^

We could post a poll and see what people think, for the likes of me I can't figure out how to post a damn poll lol]]>
I dunno its just an idea but it's kinda one that sounded good, or at least sounded somewhat interesting to me.

What does everyone else think??

I was thinking of this cause it would I think get people more interesting in role-playing and maybe even get more people coming to the board. Hope I'm right on this, if not we can forget about it but I just thought I would bring it up ^^

We could post a poll and see what people think, for the likes of me I can't figure out how to post a damn poll lol]]> <![CDATA[Latest Disappearing Act]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1003 Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:23:36 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1003
I will, this coming week, post to all my games, and try to be around more frequently, as I feel like I'm treading water again now. I've got everyone at work trained, and we're firing on all pistons again, so life should be better.]]>
I will, this coming week, post to all my games, and try to be around more frequently, as I feel like I'm treading water again now. I've got everyone at work trained, and we're firing on all pistons again, so life should be better.]]> <![CDATA[KCkolbe]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1002 Sun, 07 Feb 2010 18:06:13 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=1002 <![CDATA[Download 2012 movie (2009)]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=995 Sat, 06 Feb 2010 01:36:27 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=995 <![CDATA[Hello Everyone!!]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=992 Fri, 05 Feb 2010 06:10:57 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=992 I am new here, just signed up a couple hours ago.I hope, I have a good time here.I am Jimmy Ray. I am 24 years, I am from London.Now I am doing Graduation.and I am also working in a play school.. I love children.I love to play games on PC, Watching Cartoons and making friends...]]> I am new here, just signed up a couple hours ago.I hope, I have a good time here.I am Jimmy Ray. I am 24 years, I am from London.Now I am doing Graduation.and I am also working in a play school.. I love children.I love to play games on PC, Watching Cartoons and making friends...]]> <![CDATA[Lindsey]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=990 Wed, 03 Feb 2010 04:23:40 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=990
Cliche as it may sound, there is something undeniably special about one's first love. The innocence, the feeling of feelings never felt before...the fact that it's not actually love. Well, at least in my case it wasn't. I was young, fourth grade when I met her, and I'd yet to have a woman take interest in me. She was lovely, warm, cheerful, and could draw pretty pictures. I could never draw pretty pictures. Her name was Lindsey Zimmerman, and at the time I firmly believed that I loved her.

As I said, we met in fourth grade. I liked to write; she liked to draw. We were clearly meant to be. It wasn't love at first site (as that would require love). In truth, though I thought fondly of her, I did not think of her much. She was pleasant, and I enjoyed sitting next to her in class, but that was about it. In fourth grade everything is so simple. I may not have even been interested in girls yet. If so, it was the last year I could say so.

Oh, there are two things you should know about me in fourth grade. The first is that Jamie Lalonde, a cute girl who would come to be a friend, confidant and significant love interest, had a mild crush on me. I say mild because it would completely wear off before my eventual crush on her. The second is that Phil Rapaport, a rich, possessive jerk who sat behind me in class, and who happened to be Lindsey's boyfriend, started noticing Lindsey and I talking. I was completely oblivious of the first thing. I was mostly oblivious of the second. I knew, to be specific, that Phil was rich and that he sat behind me. I did not know that he was Lindsey's boyfriend. I did not know that he was becoming jealous. I did not, naturally, know why either. Had I known those things, the rest of the ear would have made so much more sense. I also didn't know he was a possessive jerk, but that part I learned pretty quickly.

So one day Phil started being an ass towards me for no reason (that I knew of). I won't go into the insults or jokes played upon me, as I have forgotten most of them, they being the minor, largely meaningless things that fourth graders say and do that anyone beyond fourth grade would hopefully have the sense to disregard entirely. One event, however, was not minor, and has not been forgotten. I won't say I remember it like it was yesterday-given my current work schedule I don't even remember yesterday like it was yesterday-but I do remember it far more clearly than most events from almost two decades past.

We were playing a game called spread eagle. You may know it as wall ball or butts up. How it's played is not important, but once you get three outs, you have to stand "spread eagle" against the wall, and the three people who got you out get to peg you once. Well, on this day, Phil had gotten my third out, which wasn't particularly difficult as I kinda sucked at this game. I walked over to the wall and assumed the position, being fairly accustomed to it, and soon te first person pegged me. Then the second. Phil was next, and I was prepared for a particularly spirited peg, but he didn't peg me. Instead, he ran at me full speed, slamming me against the brick wall of the school. Had I seen a video of this happening, I woulda laughed. I probably would have watched it twice. So, admitting that I might be a bit of a hypocrite, I was not amused, pretty pissed off really. By the end of recess large bruises had formed around both knees. I felt I'd been wronged, and decided this needed to be handled, so I told a teacher. Make fun if you like, but that's what kids were supposed to do. According to the rules, I wasn't allowed to handle it myself, certainly not in the manner it deserved to be. So yeah, I went to a teacher, showed her the bruises, and waited for justice. The verdict: "you'll be fine." I lost a lot of respect for teachers that day. I lost a lot of respect for authority figures in general, and a lot more for rules. There's certain responsibilities you have to accept when in charge of people, whenever you are in a position of authority, and there are a disturbing number of teachers, parents, and police officers who don't seem to understand that.

Phil had it coming, and as it was not going to come from any administrative figure, I reluctantly decided that it would have to come from me. This meant a fight. I wasn't thrilled with this means of resolution, as I didn't really want to fight Phil. It's not that he was a big guy, or particularly intimidating. He was actually pretty scrawny...but so was I. The school year was coming to an end, too, so learning to fight in time wouldn't be possible.

On the last day of school, at recess, I went over to Scott Reagan, a friend of mine. Actually, my only friend at the time. Scott may have had more muscle as a fourth grader than I do now. He knew what Phil had done, and so when I asked him for a big favor, not only did he smile warmly and say yes, he didn't give any sign that he thought less of me, even though he would never have had to ask someone for what I asked him. It's nice having friends who are better than you. So having enlisted Scott's aid, we walked over to Phil Rappaport, who was standing with Timothy Stoever. Without a hello, excuse me, or anything else to get his attention, I said "I'm here to challenge you to a fight." Scott stood right by me and said nothing. The favor had been for him to walk with me and make sure I didn't chicken out from challenging Phil. I'm proud to say I didn't require any particular encouragement, but then again his simply being there had to have been a factor. After all, not once in my life have I walked up to someone and challenged him to a fight without Scott Reagan by my side. If someone ever does something that requires a fight, I might have to look Scott up.

When Phil heard the challenge, he grew serious and nodded solemnly, knowing this was something he had to do. That was a lie. He actually laughed. Hard. I immediately began wondering if I should have explained why I'd challenged him. It had seemed obvious enough to me, but I'd had the bruises reminding me for over a week. It seemed as though I wouldn't have my fight, and I can't say I was heartbroken over it. After all, I had at least challenged him. I'd been brave, noble, sufficiently manly, and wouldn't even be getting my ass kicked for having been so. I was getting ready to chalk it up as a win until peer pressure from Tim swayed Phil into agreeing to fight me. Well, so much for not getting my ass kicked. Phil took off his watch, handed it to Scott, and marched onto the field of battle, which on this playground was located behind the swings.

We circled a bit. Jabs were thrown, only missing each other by a foot or so, as neither one of us wanted to risk getting closer to the other one. The field was muddy, and more than once I slipped, as I'd left my tennis shoes at my dad's house and been forced to wear cowboy boots to school. This was not a clash of titans. This was a circling of scrawny nerds. Finally, I stepped forward and punched him, somehow connecting. He didn't fall. Or cry. Or give up. In fact, he seemed pretty unaffected by it, though a little surprised. I should point out that I'd connected with his forehead. I also happened to be a pretty weak kid. Had Scott connected, the fight probably would have been over. I landed a couple more hits, and he still wasn't very fazed, though he continued fighting cautiously. I hit his eye once, though I am pretty confident it was blackened the next day. Still, I received all sorts of encouragement from Scott, and even Tim, who went as far to say I was "kicking his ass," though Phil looked no worse for it. But I didn't care that Phil appeared unscathed, whereas my clothes were muddy from having slipped. I was winning. It was only a matter of time before Phil would yield. Phil didn't yield. Not only did he not want to give up any more than I did, but we were both too weak and cautious to actually hurt each other. It seemed there would be no end. It was just like the battle between Hector and Ajax the Greater outside the walls of Troy, only they didn't get ice cream.

It was the ice cream that ended the fight. It being the last day of school, a few of the teachers brought out popsicles for all of the fourth graders, and Phil and I decided to call time out, getting his watch back from Scott. We all gathered onto the basketball court, sat in the sun, and ate our popsicles. They had ice cream in the center. They were delicious. When we were done, there was a bit of recess remaining, but I didn't go back to the field. I don't know if Phil did either. Instead, Scott and I joined a group playing soccer, and I played a great game.

Well, there it is, the story that has almost nothing to do with Lindsey. I'm sorry, but I wanted to tell it. The rest of it is pretty sad, pretty much four years of loneliness and generally exasperating behaviour, so I wanted to share a story about one of the few times I was actually proud of myself as a kid. More to come.]]>
Cliche as it may sound, there is something undeniably special about one's first love. The innocence, the feeling of feelings never felt before...the fact that it's not actually love. Well, at least in my case it wasn't. I was young, fourth grade when I met her, and I'd yet to have a woman take interest in me. She was lovely, warm, cheerful, and could draw pretty pictures. I could never draw pretty pictures. Her name was Lindsey Zimmerman, and at the time I firmly believed that I loved her.

As I said, we met in fourth grade. I liked to write; she liked to draw. We were clearly meant to be. It wasn't love at first site (as that would require love). In truth, though I thought fondly of her, I did not think of her much. She was pleasant, and I enjoyed sitting next to her in class, but that was about it. In fourth grade everything is so simple. I may not have even been interested in girls yet. If so, it was the last year I could say so.

Oh, there are two things you should know about me in fourth grade. The first is that Jamie Lalonde, a cute girl who would come to be a friend, confidant and significant love interest, had a mild crush on me. I say mild because it would completely wear off before my eventual crush on her. The second is that Phil Rapaport, a rich, possessive jerk who sat behind me in class, and who happened to be Lindsey's boyfriend, started noticing Lindsey and I talking. I was completely oblivious of the first thing. I was mostly oblivious of the second. I knew, to be specific, that Phil was rich and that he sat behind me. I did not know that he was Lindsey's boyfriend. I did not know that he was becoming jealous. I did not, naturally, know why either. Had I known those things, the rest of the ear would have made so much more sense. I also didn't know he was a possessive jerk, but that part I learned pretty quickly.

So one day Phil started being an ass towards me for no reason (that I knew of). I won't go into the insults or jokes played upon me, as I have forgotten most of them, they being the minor, largely meaningless things that fourth graders say and do that anyone beyond fourth grade would hopefully have the sense to disregard entirely. One event, however, was not minor, and has not been forgotten. I won't say I remember it like it was yesterday-given my current work schedule I don't even remember yesterday like it was yesterday-but I do remember it far more clearly than most events from almost two decades past.

We were playing a game called spread eagle. You may know it as wall ball or butts up. How it's played is not important, but once you get three outs, you have to stand "spread eagle" against the wall, and the three people who got you out get to peg you once. Well, on this day, Phil had gotten my third out, which wasn't particularly difficult as I kinda sucked at this game. I walked over to the wall and assumed the position, being fairly accustomed to it, and soon te first person pegged me. Then the second. Phil was next, and I was prepared for a particularly spirited peg, but he didn't peg me. Instead, he ran at me full speed, slamming me against the brick wall of the school. Had I seen a video of this happening, I woulda laughed. I probably would have watched it twice. So, admitting that I might be a bit of a hypocrite, I was not amused, pretty pissed off really. By the end of recess large bruises had formed around both knees. I felt I'd been wronged, and decided this needed to be handled, so I told a teacher. Make fun if you like, but that's what kids were supposed to do. According to the rules, I wasn't allowed to handle it myself, certainly not in the manner it deserved to be. So yeah, I went to a teacher, showed her the bruises, and waited for justice. The verdict: "you'll be fine." I lost a lot of respect for teachers that day. I lost a lot of respect for authority figures in general, and a lot more for rules. There's certain responsibilities you have to accept when in charge of people, whenever you are in a position of authority, and there are a disturbing number of teachers, parents, and police officers who don't seem to understand that.

Phil had it coming, and as it was not going to come from any administrative figure, I reluctantly decided that it would have to come from me. This meant a fight. I wasn't thrilled with this means of resolution, as I didn't really want to fight Phil. It's not that he was a big guy, or particularly intimidating. He was actually pretty scrawny...but so was I. The school year was coming to an end, too, so learning to fight in time wouldn't be possible.

On the last day of school, at recess, I went over to Scott Reagan, a friend of mine. Actually, my only friend at the time. Scott may have had more muscle as a fourth grader than I do now. He knew what Phil had done, and so when I asked him for a big favor, not only did he smile warmly and say yes, he didn't give any sign that he thought less of me, even though he would never have had to ask someone for what I asked him. It's nice having friends who are better than you. So having enlisted Scott's aid, we walked over to Phil Rappaport, who was standing with Timothy Stoever. Without a hello, excuse me, or anything else to get his attention, I said "I'm here to challenge you to a fight." Scott stood right by me and said nothing. The favor had been for him to walk with me and make sure I didn't chicken out from challenging Phil. I'm proud to say I didn't require any particular encouragement, but then again his simply being there had to have been a factor. After all, not once in my life have I walked up to someone and challenged him to a fight without Scott Reagan by my side. If someone ever does something that requires a fight, I might have to look Scott up.

When Phil heard the challenge, he grew serious and nodded solemnly, knowing this was something he had to do. That was a lie. He actually laughed. Hard. I immediately began wondering if I should have explained why I'd challenged him. It had seemed obvious enough to me, but I'd had the bruises reminding me for over a week. It seemed as though I wouldn't have my fight, and I can't say I was heartbroken over it. After all, I had at least challenged him. I'd been brave, noble, sufficiently manly, and wouldn't even be getting my ass kicked for having been so. I was getting ready to chalk it up as a win until peer pressure from Tim swayed Phil into agreeing to fight me. Well, so much for not getting my ass kicked. Phil took off his watch, handed it to Scott, and marched onto the field of battle, which on this playground was located behind the swings.

We circled a bit. Jabs were thrown, only missing each other by a foot or so, as neither one of us wanted to risk getting closer to the other one. The field was muddy, and more than once I slipped, as I'd left my tennis shoes at my dad's house and been forced to wear cowboy boots to school. This was not a clash of titans. This was a circling of scrawny nerds. Finally, I stepped forward and punched him, somehow connecting. He didn't fall. Or cry. Or give up. In fact, he seemed pretty unaffected by it, though a little surprised. I should point out that I'd connected with his forehead. I also happened to be a pretty weak kid. Had Scott connected, the fight probably would have been over. I landed a couple more hits, and he still wasn't very fazed, though he continued fighting cautiously. I hit his eye once, though I am pretty confident it was blackened the next day. Still, I received all sorts of encouragement from Scott, and even Tim, who went as far to say I was "kicking his ass," though Phil looked no worse for it. But I didn't care that Phil appeared unscathed, whereas my clothes were muddy from having slipped. I was winning. It was only a matter of time before Phil would yield. Phil didn't yield. Not only did he not want to give up any more than I did, but we were both too weak and cautious to actually hurt each other. It seemed there would be no end. It was just like the battle between Hector and Ajax the Greater outside the walls of Troy, only they didn't get ice cream.

It was the ice cream that ended the fight. It being the last day of school, a few of the teachers brought out popsicles for all of the fourth graders, and Phil and I decided to call time out, getting his watch back from Scott. We all gathered onto the basketball court, sat in the sun, and ate our popsicles. They had ice cream in the center. They were delicious. When we were done, there was a bit of recess remaining, but I didn't go back to the field. I don't know if Phil did either. Instead, Scott and I joined a group playing soccer, and I played a great game.

Well, there it is, the story that has almost nothing to do with Lindsey. I'm sorry, but I wanted to tell it. The rest of it is pretty sad, pretty much four years of loneliness and generally exasperating behaviour, so I wanted to share a story about one of the few times I was actually proud of myself as a kid. More to come.]]> <![CDATA[Hello there]]> http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=987 Mon, 01 Feb 2010 19:18:20 -0600 http://personalroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=987
I am trying role playing to practice writing dialogue, plot twists, etc.

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I am trying role playing to practice writing dialogue, plot twists, etc.

Let's play!]]>